We can shed a thousand tears of diamonds in our lifetime, but we cannot lose any of them.
Life is also a joy, and all the duckweeds in this world should become empty.
It is a confinement, a bondage and struggle.
Transformation, conspiracy, power, and love are ultimately no match for that catastrophe, which is called [City Drunk]
[Your world has tied up my life. Even if you love me, you still give me a way to survive.]
[Your war taught me that there is no eternal innocence in survival]
What can I do? A chess piece?
If the work is stable, I will update every two days. I will temporarily stop updating now, sorry.