I have no fixed place to live, and I am always a passing guest.
If there is such a dazzling miracle, in the end, miracles and hope will be completely extinguished, and the world will once again fall into endless darkness. Time loses its meaning, all the glory is wasteland, the ardent hope is gone, the strange butterfly enters the dream, the moonlight reflects the deep white color, and then disappears silently
Everything finally calms down
The epic hope is about to be extinguished, the gods who cling to foolish ideas have disappeared, winter is coming again, and the dawn is gone
Concept: Truth is often buried