This is a stifling age.
Beneath the curtain, the masses stir restlessly...
Some dream in reality, while others sink into their dreams and refuse to wake.
They were never ants, yet became ants. They refuse to accept being ants, but what can ants do...
"Despair. Everything you have can be destroyed in an instant, whether it's the little black dog you secretly keep in the garden or your younger brother."
"...It's all just an illusion. Everything we love and hate is an illusion, born in the morning and dead by night... Why cling to it?"
No, they're not illusions! They're not illusions! I dream of them every night... The teacher still scolds students who are late. Their paper boats are still in the Ink Pond... They're all here! They're still here! They live on in my memories, and that's everything to me... Why should I despair? I'll carry my memories of them and live with my head held high, until the day I go into the earth to find those bastards.
Lin Qian, once you set foot on this road, don't look back. There is no way home behind you.
