He lived in darkness, was once happy, and was once alone. He was suffering from different diseases, but he never failed. However, he still cannot escape the trick of fate. I don't know why, but it felt like relief. That year, he was 21 years old...
Although he is clearly dead, he is still controlled by fate. He hates the mechanized resurrection and is excited about the friendship of his companions. However, the cold body temperature reminds him all the time that he still has no warmth, only cold loneliness. Thirty years later, he was finally able to sacrifice for his companions and gain true freedom for himself...
Self-mockery, helplessness... The empty white sand invades the ice-blue eyes
When will I... Feel that it is not redundant?
Loneliness, eternity... Really trouble