A person's life can be very short or very long. The world kisses me with pain, and I respond with song. Growing up is difficult. I always think that time will smooth everything out, and how can the scars carved by the knife disappear? I am not so kind, but I am absolutely sincere. I once seriously felt that the world was fair, so I tried hard to embrace this cold and cruel world. Later, I felt that the world was unfair, at least to us. What do I mean to the world, what do the world mean to me, a person, a group of people, even if there is no future, I should let go and leave.
Purpose: The world is inherently unfair, but please take sincere and kind people seriously