I once heard an old man say that at the end of darkness there will always be a beam of light to illuminate the road ahead.
But why have I walked in this invisible place for so long, with scars all over my body, and with despair, but I still can't find the so-called end.
If I could meet that old man again, I would definitely ask him why I still couldn't find the so-called end after working hard for so long.
We, or it should be him and me, have been separated, we have been together, we have loved and we have hated each other, we have even survived a war that is rare in the three realms for thousands of years, but he has never changed, he is still the person I should not touch.