If you live too kindly, you will be the one who suffers in the end. When I opened my eyes again, I froze myself under the snowfield. Under the scorching sun, the black disguised behind the red emerges. But no one knows that the black is a stack of red. [The rich second generation uncle with a strong sense of justice attacks & the rich third generation does nothing but black and suffers in vain]
Intention: to live