He is the elusive scenery in the world, the purest white struggling in the darkness. Singing in troubled times, whose singing arouses the deepest emotions deep in one's heart, and whose destiny cannot be fulfilled despite exhaustion.
People are in the game and can't help themselves. I and the world are fighting for you. Even if I fall into infinity because of this, even if there is no self in the world from now on, I will not regret it.
The so-called righteous path is just a group of demons in human skin. His light sinks quietly into the abyss. He raises his head and asks for an explanation from the world.
(The text is obvious, extra warning, there will be a hint in the title of the divided chapter!)
Intention: choice and mutual understanding