A great and dark era has passed. He looks back at the past, and all the past events are in ruins.
There is no one who returns from the wind and snow of the ice field... The twin brothers and sisters who depend on each other... The phoenix that died in the flames... The battlefield where bright red flowers bloom... The filthy things that are revered as holy... The gods who have fallen from the highest...
They are crazy, they dance wildly.
They melted into mud and blood under the throne of bones.
There is no audience in the audience.
The last remaining solo dancer, who should have ascended to the Supreme Being, used his remaining life to awaken the dead, crying like a child back then.
The shadows of the returnees also became His shadow.
Even the one who controls the fate of all living beings can only wait for the corpse of his lover for thousands of years...
Drowning in darkness in the sea of sorrow.
"It's not our fault... It's not your fault... It's the world that's wrong, but we are also part of this world."
Those who returned sighed in the sea of fire and returned to the land of rest.
Purpose: Although you try your best when you are young, you will inevitably leave regrets. Some regrets cannot be made up for, so learn to let them go.