The rivers and lakes are turbulent, family disputes occur, and blood with different names surges in the veins of the surnames. When a storm is about to come and thunder rolls from the sky, the world on the road is suddenly turbulent. The frenzy of interests and desires comes quietly, stirring up a bloody storm in the endless darkness.
Humanity struggling in the swamp of emotions, families rising and falling in the ocean of fate, lives flying by in the quicksands of time... A thousand pounds of boulders are not worth a single surname, and black thorns are spreading unbridled - do you still remember that thing that is like a torrential river and never returns? Are you still missing the past that was no longer possible? Can you still vaguely remember the temperature of our fingertips that year when I smiled at you? Can we still return to the path we took step by step?
In the blood-stained cold night, we danced with heavy shackles, and the fruits of sin rotted and exuded the most alluring sweetness. Carrying a corner of the world, we were intoxicated in the endless loss and depravity. We were entangled and searched in a dream that we didn't want to wake up. At the end of the song, we woke up from the dream and suffocated in pain. We were still stupid and unwilling to put on the shackles of fate, until the moment when the sharp blade of judgment on the guillotine cut the curtain...
At the end of the world, the doomsday is coming. The last person who survives and bears everything, where is your destination?