I don't have a winner here, I don't have a spring here.
Looking down from the buildings built in the Golden Triangle area, you can see the orderly buildings and the roads below. After the fork in the road, one leads to the central commercial street, and the other passes through the inner city and settles in the yellow mud courtyard of the outer city. It is destined by nature that everyone has his own mark. Those born with numbers are naturally inferior to those born with letters, because people with letters are capable people, while people with numbers are just ordinary people. And above these two classes, there is only a collection of two elements, which is the ghost king. The Ghost King is not born, he is the final survivor in the field of life and death.
The destination that will eventually lead to is the front teeth that everyone clenches. In front of this barrier, there are brothers fighting against each other, different paths, and faces full of tears. When chewing some kind of food, I hope the people in the wall can still think of the past time. Some good things, irreversible, or painful ones, will always exist. After swallowing this bitter pill and opening the door again, it may be a new world.
Intention: Life is full of flaws.