Joining the world is fate.
The countless mirrors erected reflect the never-ending feast of time. The universe is an infinite expanse of hundreds of billions of cubic meters. The broken little fragments are connected with grief and the little fate of being shed in tears all day long. Even if they collide together, the slight waves left behind will be like a storm of stubborn years. The beginning of loneliness is intertwined with a frivolous smile. Bai Mu, who came on the lonely road, finally returns with longing, falling asleep again and again in the death of light.
Beyond the insignificant amount of dust, return to the world.