This is the dream behind the door, and it is also his constant struggle.
[Ephemera]
Although he had spent his whole life working hard, in the eyes of the "gods" he was just a mayfly with a hollow belly. It floated to the surface with the little air stored when its organs were closed. As soon as it smelled summer, it was pushed into the water and drowned.
[White Crow]
When I was young, I didn't understand what reciprocal love was.
I squandered my love and trampled on my sincerity.
I only take and never give.
Now, I can finally understand it.
I stood in the middle of November with bare branches and no insects, and shed tears expressionlessly.
[Singer]
Now I will be in eternal, unending joy.
Everyone, at this moment, at this moment——
This is our feast!
[Dream]
The alarm clock beside the table started to tremble while dragging the disabled body.
He woke up from his dream, his back soaked with cold sweat.
The window of the rental house faced a ginkgo avenue. At this time, the lights of the houses on both sides had long been extinguished, and only the dark windows were filled with fear.
Occasionally, vehicles break into the streets covered by the canopy of trees, and their scarlet taillights are reflected on the window glass, like a rising red moon.
Intention: Struggling in the tide of destiny
Majestic