They come from various places, meet, intersect, and leave each other, and perform their own joys and sorrows on the same stage. In the orbit of fate, everyone is so lonely. Even the closest and most beloved people are separated by an invisible distance. Like the embrace between wandering souls and survivors, it can only be virtual and has no strength. They try to grasp something in loving and being loved so that everything will not become empty. The loneliness lurking at the bottom of the soul. The whole place was in a state of desolation.
But after all, I still couldn't catch it. Everyone is arduously moving forward on the journey of destiny, and in the end they must go on firmly. Even though they once looked forward to holding each other's hands and growing old together, they still have their own missions on the new battlefield.
Because of indifference, life-and-death fighting seems particularly cruel. A treasure that is more important than one's life has no convincing power in front of another small benefit, such a desolate and troubled world. So there are heroes, who light torches to gather all the weak, incomplete, unfavored, and powerless people together, and cuddle up for warmth after the dirty calculations against each other. Screaming at the top of one's lungs, stumbling forward, dreaming of creating a worry-free paradise so that future generations do not have to suffer the same way.