During military training in college, I met my childhood sweetheart, the big brother next door, and started a crazy pursuit like a little lunatic. A car accident caused them to lose each other in their own worlds. The encounter many years later was a shattering of the indifference of things and people, and also the beginning of a crazy slap in the face. Your tenderness to me many years ago was my final salvation, but it was also the end. Years later, your belated love and affection was a mockery of me after I was injured. Love, I have it, how should I say it? Love, you give it, how to possess it?