Sadness, pain, betrayal, real life with a mask is like a glass of red wine that you want to drink.
The road from leaving to returning is inherently bumpy, but the love I want to pursue is tortured.
Is it love or irony? That kind of love is like a knife inserted into the heart, pulled out and abandoned.
The most painful thing is actually the people around you who have worked hard for you
Intention: Falling into the abyss of hatred because of love will ultimately lead to joys and sorrows