As I grow up, I gradually form this twisted personality, but I yearn for a free life, simple, loving, carefree, and slow life. But why can't I get in tune with my heart? I just want to break everything in my life and then recast it. Is it half crazy, half not crazy, half normal, and half abnormal? You have to lose it to know how to cherish it? Do you have to trap yourself in your thoughts? In the end, only the senseless self and the senseless life are left, and they disappear in time...