Some stories don't know how to start telling them, they start in a hurry and end in a hasty way. The meaning of life is never to repeat the same mistakes over and over again. As sensitive as I am, the profound painful memories will never be forgotten by me. I really don't want to go back and forth to such a predicament. Maybe I wrote it down to apologize for my ignorance and recklessness, and to clarify my innocence. By the way, if everyone says that everyone is innocent, the world will be in chaos. The evil of some people, due to ignorance and presumption, can only be used as a trap in circles. They have such a pitiful fate, but they still have to take their personal sins and punishments to the extreme. Or, you may be in a circle where you can't find a sense of identity because you follow the crowd, and your sense of security is as weak as standing alone on the grassland where the gods died. Can you really feel this sadness? I admit that the world is more pure and kind than dirty, but please make sure that in a person's field of vision, such insults do exist clearly in her life, making her heart feel like a heavy knock on the bell every time she thinks of the past.