Under the bustling city, countless lonely souls are burdened with their own destiny!
Destiny is an invisible thread and a yoke engraved with stars.
Some people leaned over and cocooned, while others cracked their joints - their veins were stained with blood from their fingertips, and their own palm prints were burned out according to the established laws of nature.
It uses the end to give meaning, but it itself is like an ember in the wind, clearly extinguished and without a shore.
