She told me that she built a house and she put in a lot of effort to build it and waited for a long time. Then I put a lot of effort into tearing down the bricks and stones on the house bit by bit. If it doesn't make sense, that's best, then don't make sense at all
Six years later, unfortunately, that person told her that the long wait was not meaningless, but by then the small house had been demolished to pieces, and the original condition could not be seen.
They were six years apart.
Concept: "Love is a game for the brave, if I am not cowardly"