I remember once reading a poem by Mayakovsky:
In this world/
What's the sentence that makes you cry the most? /
That is /
"Stop crying!"
There is always so much bright sadness in the confused youth, and the long past is like a swamp growing in the heart, which cannot be erased or burned away.
Two people came close to each other from the end of the world, but it was not because of love, but just because of loneliness.