In the drizzle, he stood alone, letting drops of water fall from his fingertips
Is it rain, sweat, or tears? Or, is it blood?
He didn't know.
Being labeled a traitor, he has been living hard day and night.
Is this fate?
Time never stops,
A small and humble life,
Just follow its footsteps
Fate pushed him ruthlessly through day after day,
Whether it's a fall or injury,
It also never stops
The fragile fire of life can be extinguished by just a breeze,
Left behind by it. What is waiting is the ashes and annihilation of the soul
Only follow it
Set foot on the unknown road
Towards a confused future
Only in exchange for that pitiful life...