The killing move of the dark night flies alone. The moon and stars still shine in the far sky. The moonlight flowers are shining with despair. They are brightly burned by the flames. Betrayal, killing, blood, and death are all the way. In the end, it only proves the illusion of the opposite. Don't talk about desire, just talk about the so-called hope. Struggling to resist all the time. Doomed to be in the first place. Sacrificing the moonlight here. Finally appears next to me. What I see is that fate flows according to its fixed route. There is no way to escape in another life.