Really, when the ideal for which you have devoted all your efforts is completely shattered, what is the meaning of life?

Perhaps, the taste of death is much better than living like this carrying the heavy yoke of failure, right?

But death did not come to summon it, it must live.

Tears are useless among wolves. They will neither alleviate the pain nor change the miserable situation. What cannot be obtained with teeth and claws, much less can be obtained with tears. For wolves, pain cannot be vented with tears. Instead, the pain must be buried deep in the heart and fermented, and then condensed into teeth and claws.