The sky is getting later and later, the morning light is getting more and more beautiful, and all inconspicuous changes will have no fundamental effect...
Leaving his only friend and his only relative, Jiang Xu looked distracted. What is the meaning of life? How do you plan your future path?
--Are you just as ostracized and hated as you were before and are you just trying to survive?
--Or are you still unconvinced and have a few fights with others?
--Or? Living alone and lonely and eventually depressed?
Intention: The only orientation in the world is "what the heart wants"