There is no way to express the plainness of life. The vastness and insignificance should be met by the people who should be met. I want to make a crossing with him, but the butterflies can't fly to the horizon. If I wait so hard, I won't be able to sigh for hundreds of years. At first he seemed to be very talented, but in the end he was so powerful that he could cover the sky with one hand. Just thinking is a myth and nonsense, but it is also an eternal marriage. The old man waits for the end of his life, receives him at the door unchanged, forgets to become an immortal when he sees the sun again, and devotes everything to guarding this boundless sea of silence. It is said that the fate of the mortal world is broken and renewed again, but how can it be forgotten after it is renewed?
Purpose: Oppose fatalism