We are struggling under the destiny, each one is fulfilling his promise to God.
I am lonely, but I am noble; I am noble, but I am lonely.
Why survive, love, or mission?
The wizard said that human tears come from the heart. When the heart dies, there will be no more tears.
When the color of life fades away, what is left is the soul. When the soul loses its conscience, what is left is desire.
Unfortunately, no one understood me in the end, and I failed to understand anyone in the end. God seemed to be playing a strange joke on me, causing me to wander in the whirlpool of life, losing the support of my dreams, and eventually being swallowed by reality.
Whose dream did I fulfill, and who shattered my dream?