Thinking of the prosperity of the world, lights, wine and meat. I want the world to be throbbing every moment you stay. The ghost king who has lost his memory, the confusing truth, and the love and hatred that have been entangled for a thousand years, evaporate into smoke with the loss of memory. When I close my eyes, I can no longer feel your warmth. I have no choice but to return the joy to you with my tears. Precaution: The author is a student, and the updates may be hard to code, and try not to overdo it. The salted eggs can be fattened up before reading.