There is Florence outside the window and death on the table. ——Albert Camus
Displaced, confused, and blank, this may be our sad life.
Unexpectedly, it is a dramatic "fire", but it is reasonable to say that it is not "thick soil"?
In the drama of life, all my sufferings are nothing more than the ripples, cool breeze and tears caused by flying geese flying over the lake for a short time.
If possible, who wouldn't want to spend their limited life having a grand Midsummer Eve carnival until they fall asleep and grow old? Hold a bright red rose and sing a song called "Freedom" toward heaven or "hell"!
But I always clearly understand that roses and blood are the same color.
[Gong who is strong and unyielding, brave and independent vs. Shou who lives a life as plain as water but has a heart full of courage]
Note: 1v1, HE, nonsense.
Intention: People live for tomorrow, because there is morning sun and dew in their memory.
