Parallel World: Mirror Star 083
When the dust of the times falls on an individual's head, it becomes like a mountain, making it difficult for people to breathe.
But no matter how dark the night is, there will still be bright stars.
The lost sheep will find a home,
The lone wolf will still wander,
Those who die will not return,
The living struggle to survive.
Although there is no end in sight, fortunately,
There is still light in their eyes.
PS: I'll write an article to satisfy my desire for writing. I'm happiest when I write randomly~·~
Intention: Passionate, peaceful, patriotic, hopeful.