It's a wonderful world. We suffer injuries that we think are injuries, lick the intact skin that we think are wounds, cry frantically with self-pity, and when we meet the right person, we will sometimes uncover the scars in our own illusions and let the dirty blood in the illusions splash on the other person's heart.
"Your heart is hurt."
Until the other party sighed and said something like this.
The tears evaporated happily in laughter.