He has the reputation of being a genius,
Outstanding intelligence, conquering the country,
But, who can understand,
He is just a child crying in the dark
Family fights and grudges,
He was betrayed and betrayed again and again,
My soul has long been bruised and bruised,
He, by his close relatives of flesh and blood,
Pushed to a dead end.
When, such a child,
Came to Net King,
Pretending to be unruly and unruly,
He is himself, and he is a tolerant person.
Whether he can be warmed,
Or, continue to be hurt?