The so-called rivers and lakes are nothing more than a place where you come and he leaves, making her tired and me drunk. Here you, me, him, and she are not the masters. They are all guests, but they are all fighting for a seat, hurting others and hurting themselves.
You ask how to make this world your own, but he has already given you his answer with the sword in his hand, but I have taken his life at this moment, and the next moment I have broken my heart for her glass of poisonous wine...
The world has never been a happy place. Even if you laugh, when time goes by, the sadness on your face will only be for him or her.
When I was young, this was what the old people said about the world, but how many people believed it?