Who is singing a tragic song in the abyss? Iron hooves trample all living things on the scorched earth.
Is it the eternal blazing sun or the dying firefly that I am pursuing?
The flames of war broke out, burning away all sanity and disputes
The smoke disappears and you take refuge in your true self.
This time, loneliness is no longer a nickname for loneliness, but a thousand sails have passed, and all sorrows and joys are self-sufficient.
All year round, I just pray that I can say that long-lost greeting to you in this chaotic world.
Intention: Blessings come where misfortune lies, misfortune lies where blessings fall