Why can't the world's feelings be perfect?
In the season when autumn leaves fall, it is so desolate that it makes people cry.
Everyone has their own responsibilities, but too much has been lost for the sake of responsibility.
Such as love, life, happiness, smile...
This article is my debut, it is not very good, and it is very short, but it is the one that I am most emotionally invested in.
I have always sympathized with kings. For the mission they were born to have, they have lost too much. For their country and their subjects, the sacrifices they have made are beyond words. I think every king wants to carry the pain of the world on his back, right?
Conception: