The ebb and flow of fate is just a volume of pornographic books or a piece of alchemy.
But there are always people who stubbornly pursue those "happiness" that come and go
How many people are struggling and living their lives without awakening?
But she couldn't do that kind of life
So pure white, so transparent
Is it snow or tears?
And how much darkness is hidden under such pure whiteness?
Only those who deeply feel its coldness will know