[Comprehensive British and American] How Do Ordinary People in Gotham Survive?

I think maybe everything is meaningless My love is humble, small, and indescribable But I really like you so much You are really like the sun, always shining Maybe, my love will not die until the end of the world But you seem to be the world So, my love is dead I am as humble as a weed, you are as dazzling as the sun As a Gothamite, I have fallen in love with Wayne's second son. It's fruitless no matter what I think. Demining: 1. Most of this article is in the first person Purpose: Ordinary people should also bravely pursue love