A little sorrow, turned into paper, is the most profound exquisiteness in the world.
You can be said to be a peerless beauty, but you know that I and others are still alone, but I am the one who belongs to you?
Pleasant, rare in the world.
He has a heart of stone and cannot change his cold and arrogant attitude.
Is it because the world of mortals is too smudged, or because my mind is too heavy, steel becomes wrapped around my fingers, and rock turns to ashes. After facing the calamity and going through the difficulties, can I find a close friend and a destination?
There aren't many reasons in this world. It's just that we ask too many questions and lose our original innocence.