I obviously took a handful of fire and walked down.
Keep going, keep going, getting darker, getting darker
Sometimes I can see other people's torches and sometimes I can hear other people's shouts.
In fact, I was also very scared, but I still moved forward.
I thought this fire would light my way until I got out
But halfway through, a gust of wind blew by, and the fire suddenly went out.
I was suddenly dumbfounded, confused and at a loss
But I remembered it again
Since we were going to the abyss, I should have known that it would be pitch black
Why should you care whether the fire exists or not?
Motto: Don't question yourself