Laugh, scoffing laugh. Chasing, chasing.
Color, the color of color. Open, open happily.
He was originally the snow falling freely in the sky, but a sharp blade penetrated his flesh and blood, and the bright red blood spurted out firmly solidified him, making him laugh continuously from then on.
From then on, he exiled himself on the cliff of hatred, and from then on he was as cold as a knife.
Until one day, he met him, and his world was dyed with new colors in addition to the monotonous red.
"You have everything except one thing."
"Oh?"
"You have no interest in life anymore."
It wasn't until one day that his world experienced such a conversation that he suddenly realized, and where was he?
The desert is lonely, the sky is full of dust, without him...
The flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River is misty and rainy, without him...
Where is he? Just like when we first met, he has a sunny and cheerful expression and says calmly: My name is Ye Kai, the leaf of leaves, blooming happily.