At night, the stars are twinkling, the bright moonlight casts a starry glow, the shadows of the trees are mottled, and the wind moves the shadows, it feels like a fairyland on earth.
At night, the lights are bright, the neon lights cast overlapping light and shadows, the figures and the dancing crowds look like a fallen hell.
Two different scenes under the same night sky.
The back of black is not necessarily white. How can it be hate when love comes? There is no absolute justice or evil in the world, but one truth remains unchanged: the weak eat the strong.
(It's a dream, raw materials plus additives)