Regardless of joy or sorrow, everything seems indifferent.
He never thought that someone would appear and interrupt his ordinary life.
The flowers outside the window would bloom one after another, and he was used to it over and over again. He actually admired the flowers' resilience and their ability to fully bloom their beauty.
But he couldn't do it. He was considered a dispensable person in the world.
He likes to fall, and has long been accustomed to it.
He didn't like to be pitied, and he never wanted to be saved by someone.
In fact, it's not really a redemption. They are always mutual and two-way.
Intention: There is a kind of love that makes the heart yearn for it.