Elderly People with Special Abilities

In the long dusk, a touch of the setting sun appears and disappears. Suddenly I found that it was night. The light of summer is reluctant to leave, but still parting. It's cold, cold to the bone. Regret, regret entered my heart. Ugly rage ignited, spread, hurt. The remaining goodwill was replaced by white smoke, leaving a pool of embers on the ground. Is the fire out? It doesn't. Will the fire go out? Won't. Why? Human emotion is the fuel of fire. As long as people exist, it can burn and eventually burn people to ashes. What to do? After the flames burn, even if the injury is cured, even if the memory is erased, even if nothing happens, will the damage disappear?