After a period of consideration, I decided to update this tomb robbing article without forgetting my original intention. Maybe my articles won't be read by many people, but I still have to work hard for my dream. [Forgetting may be a medicine for regret, but escaping always makes people tired] The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, crossing the orange color from the horizon, and beauty blooms in everyone's heart. Desire, this beauty. Hypocritical face, true heart. An ideal that can be eradicated and an action that cannot be violated. Follow the instructions of others and live the life that others want. In the dark abyss, in the trough, I long for sunshine that will never shine. When someone extends a hand, I accept the help as a matter of course and hold the hand of death with a smile.