Being repeatedly played by fate has long been a habit. It has cultivated a contemptuous and disdainful soul and forged an indestructible body. And why do you want to pass by my unbearable world and take root here so self-righteously? I feel like I am drowning in the boundless sea, sometimes submerged by the sea water, sometimes tossed up by the waves, floating lifelessly with a breath hanging. I am used to this duckweed-like life, why do you insist on fishing me out of the sea, why don't you let me sink as I please...
Intention: No matter what fate does, I will fight with you to the end