Everything has been arranged for us
But we have nothing
Trying to break through some rules and regulations
After all, he is still a person in the grid
We are like prisoners accidentally caught in a storm and stranded on an isolated island.
Knowing that the crime is unforgivable, yet enjoying a strange freedom
The fallen years extend in the desolation
Bit by bit, eroding the memories of the past
A twisted life that is out of shape
What can we accept with peace of mind?
Who we are
who will tell us
What coexists with darkness is not light
But darker
Those self-righteous lights I once caught
so small so rare
dirty society
sinister human heart
Destruction——
this is our salvation
Intention: