This is a remnant of an article written two years ago. I managed to write tens of thousands of words in a procrastinating manner, but it never came to an end. I think if words have a soul, they must blame me. I'm young and full of energy, and I don't know what's going on. I have ideas in my mind but I can't stick to them. In the dead of night, I read the old work and couldn't bear to let it down, so today, two years later, I changed my account and posted it again. I didn't ask for anything else, but I just wanted him to have an ending.