Walking on the street, you can breathe loudly, enjoy the sunshine unscrupulously, and even be depressed to death; walking on the street, you can imagine that there is a top-notch handsome guy at the corner, maybe he will fall in love with you at first sight; you can also imagine that on a rainy day, you will meet a very clean boy on the sidewalk, he holds an umbrella, stretches out his slender hand holding a handkerchief, and strokes the tears on your face, but you don't know each other. However, maybe somewhere you are suppressing your inner desires, enjoying the pleasure of self-abuse, keeping a thin distance from others at all times, and letting yourself pass by happiness. Anyway, I want to write a very depressive article, but I don't know if it will succeed.