I felt that I was suffering and tried to excuse myself by pretending that no one else was suffering. Later I found that I seemed to know everything but knew nothing about it.
Are you happy? I don't know. Are you sad? Tears fell into the mask and fell into the soil. No one knows. Maybe someone knows.
Maybe it was a period of youthful ignorance, or maybe it wasn't. I got stuck in it and cut through the mess quickly.
Have you ever been ashamed of anyone? Have you committed a crime?
But everything was good in the beginning: sunshine, grass, beach, stage...
Intention: You will be lucky or unlucky in life. Being ignorant means being ignorant. Misunderstanding is normal. If you are worthy of your original intention, you will be fine if you are worthy of yourself.