The minstrel said: "I walked through seven deserted cities with my harp in my hand, and the lights in the city couldn't exchange for a single word of sincerity."
Frightened despair, resentful unwillingness, desolate heartache... The brightly lit dark age, the chaotic eve of dawn.
This is the lonely city, this is the sincerity of both jade and stone.
"Sisyphus should be imagined to be happy."
Intention: Don't think about it anymore