A person's life only lasts a few years, and the things hidden deep in the memory will fade with time and gradually be submerged in the long river of time, and will no longer be able to make waves.
The gods who are looked up to are always so unattainable and difficult for mortals to approach.
The broken beauty of beautiful things broken by one's own hands quietly sprouts in the heart.
Don't dare to get close, it will get dirty, and you can't help but have despicable thoughts in your heart. It must be nice to see a god fall from the altar.
But, I just can't bear to part with it!
The gods fell to the altar, and the scattered and broken beauty made people itchy and obsessed with it.
But I don't want to let my god fall. I want it to stay at the altar that belongs to her. She doesn't have to wait for me. I will work hard to get closer to her step by step, and finally be qualified to be alongside her.
Even if it fails, just give me a qualification that is enough to look up to her, or become her most loyal person.
——Xizi
Note:
There are some inaccuracies in some places, please forgive me.
Concept: Floating in all kinds of ways, I made a few strokes.