Does beauty mean happiness, or is it doomed to misfortune? In short, it creates a destiny. The more dazzling the beauty, the more intense the destiny.
He flapped his wings hard, trying to escape the shackles of fate. The joy of breaking out of the cage covered up the pain caused by the scars all over his body.
But before I had time to rejoice, I realized that the web in the name of love was overwhelming.
Escaped from the cage, but cannot escape "love".
Are you in "love" or in a cage?