In the world, love exists in every corner. What a wonderful thing, but there are too many helplessness that make us struggle in tears. Xinyan, will the words in my heart be buried under the grass forever? If they turn into tears, will everything become more beautiful? Because everything is speechless, because the superficial beauty of love is indescribable, and the loss and hurt in the end. In the end it hurt to the point of being completely heartbroken. But today, is there such a kind of love? What should it do? It has no loss; no possession; no moment of warmth... But it hurts so heartbrokenly, without vigor and vitality, and has to bear such sadness. In the end, it can only be replaced by "such a kind of love". And – worthless.