The Water Is Flowing and the Clouds Are There

The light falls and is protected by darkness; the sanctity is polluted in exchange for the comfort of degradation. The scorching mark is like a winding totem, passing through the fire of hell, guarding the ruins, exchanging countless reincarnations with its white wings, waiting hard for your return, all just for the hopeless fate with you... What exactly does happiness mean? ! People always miss it in a hurry, and tragedies always multiply quietly!