There is a kind of waiting that is used to think about memories,
That's called wanting to see through.
There is a kind of sadness that is used to indulge,
That's called leaving the body intact.
There is a kind of love that is used to remember,
That's called unforgettable.
In the smoke-filled Peiping, poppies are about to bloom, trying to use every possible means to swallow up the last trace of faith that people have.
Love, friendship, family affection.
How to choose?
Betrayal, use, hatred.
How to face it?
Everything will be revealed to you soon.
Let you see how your soul is eroded.