This is a story about the strong singing freedom. Isn't that the only thing in humanity? What else. This is a down and out weakling. Go where you want to go. Get what you want. Story, but there is good fortune, why should we be down and out?
I don't know why? I don't know why the world is like this. I also know why the world is like this. I know it very clearly. There is a high probability that I won't get what I want. But I still want to see if there is any luck or a turning point? Decades pass by in this world. It turns into loess in a flash. Cherish what you have at the moment. The beauty of heaven and earth. Can I explore more wonders in this life? Life and death flow, and fate is unpredictable. Who knows?
