Maybe this is not an honor given to heroes, but an elegy to the frustrated.
"I love you, your thousands of silhouettes, and the compassion and brilliance in the corners of your eyes." The love of believers is generous, but because of this, God cannot hold back even a ray. God caught a glimpse of his greedy mouth in the mirror and felt disgusted. "My love, stop for me.
One hopes for the loser, and the other longs for the perfect, but they can't complement each other. Maybe it's their incomplete aesthetics.
Intention: Maybe this is not an honor given to heroes, but an elegy to the frustrated. One hopes for the loser, and the other longs for the perfect, but they can't complement each other. Maybe it's their incomplete aesthetics.