Utopia, the city I hate, every timeline calls me to smash it, this indifferent machine and liar.
But with every bloodshed, sacrifice, forgetfulness, and reincarnation, from a living person to becoming one of those numb people, what did I get in exchange?
I am afraid that it will be difficult to change, but in that case, should I stop moving forward?
"Every day without dancing is a failure of life." That old voice whispered to me, where did she come from? Maybe it's not time for me to think about it yet.
Heretics, they give us this name, they despise us, they hate us, they fear us because we will eventually overthrow them.
Then let's move forward, even if I don't know where we are going, I only know that moving forward will definitely bring us closer to the future we are looking forward to than standing still - a future created by us, by real people.
Purpose: Live and always have true happiness
