He always loves to laugh, but he is emotionally helpless and his career has been frustrated. Can he still laugh? He still smiles, a sad smile!
Everyone has to go through an era. The turbulent waves of the era will polish the angular stones into cobblestones. These cobblestones may seem to have the same appearance, but they have different souls. A life without direction is like a small boat on the sea. Wherever it drifts, there is a destination. Only a sigh is given to the wind.
Concept: Ideals and reality often run counter to each other, and times are the background of life