There is neither white nor black in this world, but the ultimate gray. Black and white can be overwhelming, good and evil can be indistinguishable, but why do I still cry? Why am I living... Life is a lifetime, grass and trees are in autumn, it is easy to save people, but it is difficult to govern the world. It is not my wish to become a god, I only wish for the sea to be peaceful. This world exists because of my existence, and it will end because of my destruction. Who am I? A person of order forgotten by the world.
