I once placed my dreams in him, and later I entrusted him with all my trust and friendship, but it turned out to be miserable.
Sure enough, this human friendship is warm and cold, like water drinking by itself.
After half a lifetime of exhausting tenderness, one gets a deserted feeling; half a lifetime of sealing off love and moving forward, one looks back indifferently.
I would like to stand on the most noble tower in these twelve cities, with the glory that the world can look up to, leap forward, and die in the most glorious moment.
Intention: life, what does it mean?