At the junction of the main world and hell, I don't know the color of the sky around the corner, I just remember the feeling of loss next to the portal. The stars fall into the dark night stars, do you and I see that brilliance? The years pass by the sun, moon and stars. What year and month is the light rain that wets the thousand paper cranes outside the window? However, a small boat with a leaf and a clear spring flow into the end of the world... The last red light blooming in spring in the tidal ditch of the underworld brings people to thin and yellow flowers. Only then do we know how many fireworks in the world. Love is not cause and effect, fate determines life and death.
Intention: When you are about to die, you can recall your life in an instant and realize that living is the most beautiful thing.
