In this era where we will die if we don't fight hard, where should we go?
We moved forward desperately, but were imprisoned in place by shackles
Scarred but powerless
We cried and laughed. Screaming like a madman.
Whether the shackles will break first or we will fall first, no one knows
There is no end in sight on the road in the dark, we can only move forward. Maybe as we walk, the sky will light up
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Lin Biao×Cheng Ziyi
"Tell me, do people who commit suicide just think about it or do they think about it?"
This is an unanswerable question, just like Lin Biao doesn't know why she came back
For some people, she just seems to be smiling.
When the mask is taken off, who is left in pieces?
Intention: Two-way redemption