He subverted the world, leaving only his silhouette on the street.
He spent all the time in the world, but in the end he only lingered in dream and sorrow.
If the world is only the world of one person, then for whom does the world exist?
If the world is only for the people of the world, then who is born for the world?
What if this time, I tried my best in the world, but still couldn't hold the hand of my lover.
Between the faint smile, the vicissitudes of life have passed.
Finally, I sigh for the rest of my life.
