I met him when I was 8 years old. Logically speaking, at an age when I shouldn't remember things, I remembered a person who was good to me for so many years. When I grew up, I found that he was the only reason for me to live in this world. There was no other requirement, as long as I could look at him silently, but I found that he was the one who could pull me out of the darkness. But, dear, forgive me for hiding too deeply in the darkness. No one can save me, and no one can pull you down. I only have myself sinking into the darkness and never get up again.