This is a world where order is burned out and natural disasters are raging.
This is a world where warmth is gone and wolves are in power.
This is a world where granaries are empty and everything is in ruins;
We treated each other with sincerity, but in exchange for no bones left,
We once humbled ourselves and became ants in the dust,
We roared wildly, unable to withstand the cold winter wind;
If you stop, it will be a purgatory where people will starve to death.
Moving forward is the wandering path of the human heart.
Only I, carrying trillions of spaces, can control the ups and downs of life and death!
