The first question I ask myself when something doesn't seem to be beautiful is why do I think it's not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason.
我们生来孤独,活着孤独,死去孤独。尽管有那些浪漫杂志的渲染,终有一天我们会回顾一生,发现尽管有人相伴,我们始终孤独。