I am lazy, selfish, and sick. I hate this city and this world. After those days of torture, no one can enter my heart. I know I shouldn't be like this, but who can really pull me out of this endless darkness. During these days, I injected my own feelings that were destined to have no ending into this character. I recorded my own affairs, but I also wanted to give them a perfect ending. In fact, in the end, no matter what the outcome is, no matter how I polish myself in this story, the ending is only theirs. Maybe you also have many regrets in your life like me. If it's still too late, please try your best to make up for it. If you don't say some things, others will never know your thoughts; if you don't do some things, you will never know the ending.