Human beings have created cities and endowed them with bustle and prosperity.
Indulging in wealth and indulgence, sinking day after day, desires abound in the invisible darkness.
Sin comes with legends and blood and tears.
Either yours or mine.
I'm afraid I've already gone crazy, because of people and love.
The human heart is full of demons.
I am not human.
There are all kinds of things in the world and all the nonsense in the world.
Frightening dream:
Nothingness, hazy. Where am I?
Is it a dream? The illusion weaved by fear, with my hope, makes people unwilling to escape. I know it's darkness and boundless confusion, but with you and me, I can't let go!
What to do?
Is it sinking? Die in a dream.