"Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers." The selfless and great poetry is worthless in her eyes. Sadly and unruly, she has lost everything beautiful in her heart. She walks in her city every day and night, laughing at the feasting and gloomy vicissitudes of life. People with nightmares in their hearts will never be happy? But she firmly believed this. In her short life, there were not many people and things. It was not that she was cynical or pitiful, but that she had too many things that she could not get rid of.