The weak look forward and backward.
The confused one looked around.
Those who abandon themselves retreat into the shadows.
At dusk, the bigots tie themselves in chains.
Before dawn, the desperate dream of success.
I hate this world. Suppressed despair.
I retreat into my dreams.
Seek relief in dreams.
At last.
I wish for the sunset to rekindle the flames.
May the light of dawn remain undiminished.
Haha, you really overestimate your capabilities.
But so what?
I would rather go against fate.
