On the surface, this means that he is not alone, but in fact the poet deeply feels the waste of time. This added new sadness to the repressed feelings in the last movie. Poets try to be broad-minded and pretend to be broad-minded. This is the way of writing. Crying is personal pain, and laughing is human happiness.

Today, however, some people have to dry their tears, force a smile, force a smile, and let the wine red cover up their tears. Isn't this kind of smile worse than crying?