Before dawn, darkness envelopes you and me.
Painful? Sad?
The red thread of fate is entangled like a spider web,
Struggling, resisting or obeying.
The road ahead is filled with thorns and the road behind is filled with abyss.
There is no way to retreat, and the entanglement is endless.
My brother named himself Wuyou and wished that he would have a carefree life without any hatred or hatred, but God failed to make him wish so. Family feuds, insults, and the young man tightly surrounded by hatred have long lost the right to be worry-free. Wuyou feels that he is ashamed to bear this name throughout his life.