The bright seventeen-year-old sky seems to have disappeared with yesterday's sunset. A roaring evil fire burned away all the memories and the gentle mother who would greet me with a smile and nag. No matter it was in the past, present, or future, she would never appear again... My heart felt like it was stabbed deeply and shallowly by a dagger, and it hurt like I was about to stop breathing. Tears fell on the back of my hand, hotter than any time in my memory.
The hatred growing in the young man's heart was everywhere, and despair and anger poured out.
Wei Xiangchi, under the oppression of such a dark reality, can you still be the boy you were before...
Intention: Society is a dark quagmire that wants to drown people in it. Our struggles are like a mayfly shaking a tree. Rather than being that ray of sinful light, it is better to sink like this.