Life is full of twists and turns, but in the end, there is no single cause and effect. We have been wandering in confusion between heaven and earth, and we have given up everything for a promise. After all this time, who is not trapped by "choice"?
He originally thought that he would be indifferent to everything in the world, indifferent and indifferent like him, like an undead that had been sealed under the glacier for a long time, but because of a "choice", he gave up what he had. But in the end, he looked back and looked forward, feeling helpless, sad, and wailing. Whose fault was it?
Sitting under the River of Forgetfulness, waiting for the stars to change and all things to be reborn, but the last thing I am waiting for is your words...
Determination: When everything is already determined, will you still have to wait?