He was born in warmth, with a lovely sister and parents who love him, but he lost his heart in the black market of selling organs, and he began to wander all the way. There are all kinds of passers-by around you. The carefree old woman, the lively brother and sister, and the cherry blossom tree all left him after a short stay. He has fallen, killed people, and had blood on his hands, but he has never given up on the Milky Way above his head.
Sometimes it's just like this. When I feel helpless, I go to look at the flowers, enjoy the moon, blow in the wind, and life is still moving forward.
Intention: The road to a good life is full of thorns, and hope will always be with the pain.