Time is like a scourge swallowing up everything, but our ideals still shine brightly.
To protect what the teacher left behind, whether to protect, change, or destroy.
Will the beast finally wake up after so many years? All the cover-ups and disguises that deceive oneself and others will not be able to withstand the fate after all.
Why should I look sad when I am living my life the way I want?
We obviously have the same starting point, but what makes us different?
The saddest ending is forged with the cruelest determination.
We are trapped animals, as desperate as trapped animals.