In that battle, I don't know how much love, hatred and hatred were buried; in that glance, I don't know how many silent and bitter tears were hidden
The beauty of ideals and the helplessness of reality, the existence of dark rules and original intentions
Which eyes made him firm in his faith, and which hands made him believe in the sun
The second after the darkness reaches the extreme, it's dawn
Concept: The last second after the darkness reaches the extreme is the dawn