People live a lifetime, whose shoulder is not heavy, whose heart is not bitter, do not say, does not mean no, do not cry, does not mean no pain. The superficial lightness of the wind and clouds is just a cover. The smile on his face is just deceit. People are relaxed in front of them, and they weep silently behind them. They seem strong and happy, and their hearts are scarred. In this society, who doesn't want to be depended on and loved by others. But there are many people I know, and few people I really trust