The whole person is absent-minded and confused.

The heart is dead, the tears are dry, and the soul can't bear to look back. I wake up from my dream, but I can't shake the past. It's also empty, it's also real, and it's also a mixture of love and hate, and the fallen leaves hurt themselves silently. The only way is to find it, and it's lonely and sad. Helpless, forbearing, forbearing; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.