Story
Children, listen to me telling you that there were too many problems in the world before.
The evil capitalists unleashed a bloody storm and slaughtered many innocent children.
I screamed in panic, why did the February frost leave red leaves and soak into the rivers far and near?
There is no more smoke of gunfire, a war that Hans Christian Andersen never wrote.
There is no longer a pure wish for pity, the cicada hiding underground
Pinocchio only tells lies
Children, listen to me telling you that there were too many problems in the world before.
Don't stop and scream when you're scared. Be careful and you'll be eaten by the devil if you're not careful.
Stay away from the fangs, stay away from the big eyes, and don't put too much faith in your brother who has weapons.
Stay away from the death knell, stay away from the sound of silence. For a brother with weapons, it is best to endure it and say no pain.
Listen to me, okay? "Don't look back" is my last warning.
Children, listen to me and tell you that there will be no trouble in Alice in Wonderland.
Intention: The world is dangerous and innocent