Loneliness is a person's carnival, but also the loneliness of a group of people-just like an ant in the leaves.

It's okay, okay? Is it the result of my being strong and lonely? Hebe Tien's I'm sorry for myself.

Not afraid of deep-rooted harm, singing in the ruins, the soul must untie itself.

The world is so desolate, where can I heal? It is inevitable to bury the past with your own hands and get your hands dirty.

Who is not injured, who has no regrets about the past, and who bravely escapes with memories.

Appreciate the beauty of wounds because of injuries, and thank each kind of trauma for forcing us to grow up. We haven't secretly believed that tears will give us strength, and then bite the bullet and survive in Tanqueray, a survivor in trouble.

Thank you. Pain makes our hearts stronger-Bandage Club Tank