Born in troubled times, how can we be ordinary?
No one is afraid, the darkness is finally gone.
The war has arrived, and fate has arisen.
This is destiny and responsibility.
The country is in trouble, I wish you peace.
This is a redemption of life and death. Are you ready to watch the fireworks on the eve of victory?
Who is telling the truth and lies in the machinations under the feasting lights?
Sometimes
glance
Just a lifetime
There is no specific protagonist, because in our life, we ourselves are a story and a protagonist. They all have their own joys, sorrows, and joys, but this story happens to be what they see. Everything I write is cherished, it has nothing to do with preference
War breaks out everywhere and the love between children and daughters is left unchecked.
