"Tomorrow." Ji Qianchou smiled, and he didn't even know the tears were flowing across his face.
Our future is that there is no future, but we are looking forward to a better tomorrow on a blank piece of paper.
If we have to say who is right and who is wrong, it is probably just that we are all wrong, very wrong.
If there is no tomorrow, what else can we expect?
Probably I can only see my own despair in the mirror under the sun.
The world itself is unfair. Otherwise, how could there be so many good people who have lost their youth?
Conception: