As time passes by, the people in the story describe their own vicissitudes and bitter lives. They have gone through such a long time together through bitterness, walked a road that cannot be repeated, and lived a life that cannot be walked again.
Life is like a play, and the seemingly real life is full of absurdity and bizarreness. The sun-dappled life hides treachery and cunning, which seems strange yet familiar.
Lies cover up real life, who is making up fictional interpretations. By coincidence and chance, who loved whom, who didn't love whom, who was deceiving whom's heart.
The villain confuses right and wrong, and his eyes are blinded by lies. Unapproachable people hurt happy people, sad people cry thousands of tears, and painstaking people cry out about the sad past.
In the endless distance, the cry of pain lingers in the wind, and the indifferent people record the story that has been brewing for a long time.