Lost in Despair

I struggled to crawl in the darkness, only because of the faint light in front of me, and at least there was a trace of warmth to brighten my eyes. This dazzling brightness came to an end. In mourning, the sunset is approaching, in the endless darkness, in mourning, sacrificial songs are sung, and everything is immersed! Loss means the ultimate end, a new beginning, and all the darkness. After the loss, it is just a nightmare like a dream. Just look at it and it will disappear! Although the nightmare is gone, the tenderness in the nightmare is like the laughter in the breeze, lighting up the surroundings. The fleeting warmth suddenly strikes the heart, and is clearly and painfully carved into the traces of life. This is the only thing that is lost in the nightmare! At the anniversary of the "Liao Ya Xin Magazine" newspaper, Fan Xin, Cang Ji, Yi Tian, ​​Zhuo'er and Cang Mo stepped into the wheel of fate, weaving an endless nightmare of tragedy. Conception: