Why the quarrel?
I often think: When people get along with each other, meeting each other is already a kind of fate. Why do we have to quarrel over trivial things, even to the point of falling out?
Lisa looked up at the sky silently, tears already rolling in her eyes uncontrollably. A sense of pain, grievance, and confusion... Made her almost lost in the boundless darkness.
"Why do I always get misunderstood? Why do they all hate me so much? Why?!" Tears poured out like a torrent for a while, out of control. Lisa, who was once lively and cheerful, was already in tears now. What made her so sad?