What's wrong with this world? It's not as beautiful as I imagined?
In a world that is either black or white, there is a ray of grey.
Complying with the law cannot help me see the true face of the world.
The black you see is not necessarily black; the black you cannot see is black.
Doesn't it seem difficult to commit murder and arson without regard to human life?
It seems easier to be high up, above ten thousand people?
At the beginning of the story, my name is Yu Fei.
At the end of the story, my name is Tianlong.
The dragon flies high and soars freely.
There is no need to be trapped in a small place when you are young and the weather is rough.
As long as I live, I don't mind anyone dying.
