Oh, my old baby. What will you do when you are in the last days? Escape? A bottle of eau de vie to cheer you up? Or knock the bottle and pick up Erguotou and move bricks to let him see God? Oh! The pattern is getting smaller, the pattern is getting smaller! The adult world is full of foreign guns and artillery, only children run away, but I am very smart, I want them all!
Intention: Ah, just play, just play