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? !
Who can get the so-called happiness! ?
People always miss it in a hurry,
But tragedy always multiplies quietly!