The gentle breeze came, Xu just said a few words and lightly swept his eyebrows. The years flow quietly, like waking up from a dream, discarding trivial matters, throwing them away and forgetting them together with the blood scabs. The world regards me as a disaster star, but this time I don't want the sun to fall into the swamp of the world...
Intention: After the dust of the day, I am dejected and sound.
