The intersection of darkness and light is not the stars and the night sky, but the decay and tenacity of human character and morality.
It's late at night. In this era of long nights and a world full of mourners, I can't praise the past, and I can't spurn the viciousness of today. Are we going to become their puppets... At the mercy of others, a flower that has lost its soul? Who can give me light when I am at a loss?
Angelic devil, unfortunately, still a devil
Concept: Everything that happens is not necessarily just a coincidence