For that far-fetched satisfaction and peace, he fights in the shadow of swords and the spread of blood.
It often feels like being on another planet, another galaxy, another universe.
The needle-like confusion and pain stabbed me from head to toe, stabbing me all my life.
Fighting for a reason long forgotten.
I tried to copy the tip of the iceberg in my heart and write about my awe and love for the world. I set my sights on the 1930s and 1940s, that gray time buried in blood, tears and cannon fodder, that transition zone between the old and the new, that cruel world where one person's achievements last forever, that time and space that changes faster than the spread of cancer cells.
The threshold that has been stepped on and abandoned by people.
The Naihe Bridge that we have forgotten connecting this shore and the other shore. I don't write about perfect people, and there are no real villains in my articles. The world is by no means divided into "good", "bad", "black" and "white". Unilateralism does not work in a multidimensional world.
Everyone's evil deeds have a lingering shadow from childhood.
I thought I could control the wind and rain, but in the end I couldn't beat fate.
Epoch world. Remember the original world. The boundaries of a new era.