They were once a group of teenagers with dreams, and they also loved, hated, and suffered pain.
They are not good teenagers who contribute to society. They have been called devils. But no one understands that the devil's tears are only hidden in the bottom of the heart, and the sadness is ten thousand times more painful than tears.
Those memories seem to me today to be more painful memories, but what I am left with is loneliness.
In the reincarnation of fate, these teenagers have grown older without knowing it, and the wounds buried deep in their hearts have gradually rotted away, emitting a disgusting stench.