I don't know if there is an end to the horizon
The passing time will not be looked back on
This world will eventually become empty
And I can only hold your hands tightly
Bloody lines, marks of God
Qiyao chip, shining with light
Going upstream and being swallowed up by time
The hand of time, stop and go
Only broken promises remain
Destiny is unpredictable
At the end of the road, are you waiting?
I have always believed that as long as you raise your head, you can see the beautiful blue sky. As long as you raise your head...