We grow up in an underground world without sunlight. There is no day here, only night.
We are moths flying into the flame, knowing that it is impossible but still craving for that fantasy
We hold hands, we have nothing to lose
We must burn wantonly until all this darkness is torn apart, and only then can we have a chance to see the light of dawn.
Even if we are not born with eyes like that
——The story of two madmen
Intention: Heaven moves vigorously, a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement
