We are miserable.
We are happy again.
We always like to deceive ourselves into thinking that we can dominate everything.
But we can never defeat fate.
And our biggest enemy is ourselves.
Who I am? I forgot, couldn't remember, couldn't remember.
Name? Identity? To me, it's no longer important.
Once upon a time, I thought I could dominate everything.
Once, I was so happy, but now, I am helpless.
I am invincible, my fate has been predestined, I will eventually walk towards death step by step...