I admire your brilliance, I fear your light, I yearn for your fearlessness, and I hate your bravery. I long for everything you have, but I will never be you.
I am your wisdom, your restraint, your sorrow, your hesitation, and also your best efforts. I am the second you, and I became myself because of you.
Love and hate are originally between one thought
Oh, how should I tell this story, the entanglement of three people, or the side effects of more people. It seems that everyone is crying, and it seems that everyone is laughing. Look, the sun has finally fallen. Look, the disgusting person who was high and flawless has finally died. What a pity, how good, and how lonely.
Intention: How do we face doubts when they come?