When I first entered the circle, I studied the purpose, direction, and vision of various project teams every day, actively participated in evaluations of different projects, and built a future outlook with group friends daily. Every token in hand was treasured. Now, in the ruins, I see corpses everywhere, a piece of shameful cloth torn off, and each makeshift team exposed. Every token in hand has become capital's mockery and trampling of me. I was once full of ambition and couldn't listen to anything. Now, I am silent and can't say anything. Everything has changed.