What is the end of the world? I thought about it.
What I think of is the lights gradually extinguishing before dawn,
It is a figure rushing for survival under the setting sun,
They are countless human tombs under the moon.
When the crisis comes and the race invades,
Will you be the sheep and pigs waiting to be slaughtered, or will you be the ants that die on the road to charge?
This is the story of all mankind,
A poem composed by a group of people,
Finally, let us raise our weapons high and shout loudly:
"For humanity!!"
