Is there such a person under the clear sky? It was a fleeting figure returning from a midnight dream. It is the sweetness of frivolous youth and ambiguity. Even if I just see the name, there will be a throbbing that I don't want to look away from. How many clear tears are there under the clear sky? Is it the pain of not being able to accept toxins after getting used to eating candies, or the pain of realizing that it was just wishful thinking? Under the clear sky, interests and positions are intertwined into an intricate web. In the dark, reincarnation is destined, how can it be an embarrassing destiny? The doves in Guan Guan are still crowing in Hezhou. Who drinks the poisonous wine to commemorate the lost tenderness. Good and evil are just a matter of thought. Only the clear sky witnesses everything becoming empty.