It is humane that cigarettes produce articles and wine produces poetry, but for some reason I rarely drink alcohol. Therefore, many of my stories lack the hint of drunkenness. Some of them are just lingering and unexplained mist, which makes people feel sick and depressed when reading it, like an uncontrollable cough, which is pulled from the throat into the lungs, causing constant pain and spasm, but I feel happy in my heart.
The people in the story have to complete their redemption.
And I will also complete my redemption.
Many years later, the old emperor sat alone in the Jinluan Palace. The sun was setting outside the palace, wind chimes were ringing softly under the eaves of the palace wall, and someone was singing softly in the distance.
It is a familiar and ancient song, but those who once accompanied you to sing and kill the world are no longer there.
The world has finally become one person's world. Everything you want to protect has been lost, so what's the point of that world?
You finally understand that the world is not one person's world after all.