I am Cheng Wei; I am Cheng Su; I am Cheng Nian.
Youth is a flowing galaxy with brilliant fireflies, brilliant but extremely short-lived.
A game comes and young Cheng Lu is involved in a war.
"What are these pink things?"
"Why so many eyes!"
Pink threads intertwined between people.
The world is an absurd drama filled with eyes, and I hold a rose in my hand.
Cheng Wei repairs the tragedy;
Chengsu burning rules;
Cheng Nian laughed in the crack of time.
