Who says that nothing is impossible as long as you work hard. I spent my whole life waiting, and all I got in return was longing. Is it a mistake from a previous life? The tangle has led to today's situation. Or maybe the chrysanthemums all over the ground have trapped the golden armor. Tenderness makes coldness come to an end, and feelings end. So, can anyone tell me that what is left on the ground is not my withering heart, but the flowers all over the ground...