I know that everyone's happiness and suffering are not connected. You said to me, "But now I just want to hold your hands and be with your suffering." (Low Absinth, Red and Black)
But what I want to say is that my suffering is that you hold my hands tightly.
Intention: The things accumulated during growth cannot be changed. The fruits planted in childhood have already taken root and sprouted in the body, growing wildly into thick thorny vines, tying everyone into wrinkles.