The gears of fate are already turning, and the bell of time is ringing quietly. The wind raises the sails, blowing away whose melancholy, and what kind of dreams are they pursuing. The endless sea, the past that no one cares about, here we are all just children of the sea.
(Note: This article is for love, purely for the male god. There is no logic. If you don't like it, please leave.)
Purpose: To generate electricity for love