Wei Ziqing:
We all live with masks, and the pleasant appearance is just a silent puppet show. There are too many burdens in life. Cerebrum:
Have you ever believed my promise? I am just a cold-hearted person. Promise is just a passing wind.
The sun can never shine into any corner of the world. You said you would fall into the boundless darkness with me.
Liu Yunshu:
One thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon. What does the world mean to me? For those who still live comfortably despite their sins, the wind in the midnight will turn into a yaksha seeking life in the dark night. Fork.