He is still him, but his soul has changed, and he is still him, but the meaning of his pursuit has changed. The fateful meeting and parting of the two young men were determined by fate or man-made destiny.
The general never thought he would leave. His passion has nowhere to go.
Bullet holes in the stars, the vastness of the universe.
The cherry blossoms on Pegasus Star have been blooming for a long time, and the yellow tulips are in full bloom on Imperial Star Star.
The "temperature of the soul" is dissipating.
"Please live freely."
The sea, the source of human life, has long been surging with waves, rushing towards the mainland, submerging the cedars, and finally being covered in thick blood.
There will be eternity in the bloody dawn radiated by the artificial sun.
On the pale throne soaked in blood, the expressionless king lowered his eyes in nostalgia.
"I prefer the sea to the stars. The stars are bright, but they are just illusions and cannot be touched. The sea is the source of human life. It accepts all rivers and has a broad mind."
"My love, the sea is still there, but where are you..."
In the steamy spring water, the young man's long black hair hung down around his waist, he clenched his hands and prayed in front of his chest.
However, the god he believed in was just a false myth.
"'Poseidon', you still don't repent, humans don't deserve this!"
"I am also a human being, I am just praying for the dawn" the eternal dawn of mankind.
Outside the distant galaxy, comets streak across, symbolizing the immortal myth of mankind.
Break the dawn in this bloody myth.
Intention: Human beings will eventually create immortal myths