In this world, everyone lives in pain and cannot save themselves, let alone save others. I traveled around the world and met many interesting people. Sometimes we would toast each other and have a drink, treating each other as lifelong confidants, and thinking that there is nothing more pleasant in life than this. But after the leftovers are eaten, we will still recall the inescapable suffering in our lives. We hugged each other, trying to draw warmth from each other. In the end, I found out that it was all in vain. Everyone is in a quagmire, and there is no clean place in this world - maybe there is, in your heart. It is the last piece of pure land where I can hide.