He was born at the beginning of the world, woke up in the desolation of death, and created the world in loneliness.
However, despite the chaos in the world, he is still just an eternal cold color between heaven and earth.
He didn't understand the emotions in the human world. He encountered warmth, but it was fleeting.
So he finally decided to die, but all he saw was a farce.
Life is desolate, death is desolate