At one season, a young boy leaned against the wall, facing west, and saw briefly - the golden morning sun shining through the glass window was scattered on one of another group of fighting beasts.
Then for a moment, the young man's eyes seemed to be filled with the warmth of the end of the century. His arms were pressed against the cold tiles, and his heart was filled with a strong sense of suffocation. He stared blankly at the dawn of grace.
The eternal scroll unfolds a gorgeous chapter, until it is ridiculed and broken by time.