In the world, people are like duckweeds. With one stroke and one ink, he can write everything about the world. One sentence after another, a whole life's worth of absurdity can be written on paper. Some people prevent themselves from reincarnation for a "revenge". Some people stop longing for the light for an "answer". One person, one poem, one sword. Blood spilled in the rivers and lakes, in exchange for a body of shackles. One person, one fan, and one piano. After vomiting all the blood and tears, he finally returned to peace.
Intention: destiny and destiny