The Fire of Glazed Glass, possessed, still maintains itself.
Fight against the sky, fight against fate, fight against the devil.
I will not lose to heaven and earth, but I will lose only one love.
Watching the fireworks of a prosperous age, only the withered me is left. Although I have withered, my spirit is immortal! I am reborn with a dream.
The disillusioned fingertip sand, the scattered petals, the dark night, I cried alone, it seemed that I was at a loss, because I no longer had that vitality.
The injuries in the fleeting years are heartbreaking. I am drunk in this world. Does it hurt? No, it is a flower. It has no support, it just grows independently and looks forward to it. When spring comes, all the beauty is disillusioned in winter. So, what you want is not available, and what you don't want is very few. I thought my life was very simple, I thought I had nothing, but later I discovered that I have heaven. If you think about it, whoever thinks about it will have heaven!
I still remember that the hope in my heart was shattered bit by bit in the past. I forgot...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
