I buried my name and fled my homeland, thinking that the rest of my life would be nothing but mediocrity and hiding.
Until I met a boy painting by the seaside.
The fireworks in Room 402 are my only salvation in this life.
Vanity Fair restarts, and the abyss approaches step by step.
Crazy criticizing the powerful people blocked her way forward, and she was entangled in love and hate, and she couldn't help herself.
One person is trapped in a cage, and the other person is guarding a sea of people.
After being broken, each climbed to the top.
The sea breeze is immortal and love lasts,
All exiles are days of return.
Intention: Grow your own light from the ashes, and then use that light to illuminate all those who have been in the same darkness as you.