Birds fly across the shadow of the pond, time travels through memories, every drop of blood flows with traces, exaggerating the distortion of human nature...
There are no ghosts in the world, only deceived human hearts with ulterior motives. They hide in dark corners, revealing pairs of greedy eyes and sharp fangs, ready to move.
But justice has not yet sunk, just like the world we see, if there is no discretion of time, if it does not meet the speed of derailment, if it is not ignited to death, then it will always maintain a gentle and comfortable rhythm, staying at this point forever, with a perfect cross-section, staying in the summer closest to us.
We hugged each other and absorbed the warmth.
Brothers are in the next year (please be careful when entering the trap)
Intention: You can be stubborn, I am your shoulder, but don't give up hope, let alone let moral decay, there is no despair in this world