I am Zechu, the god of sleep. I came from the wilderness and am the first god of love. I am looking for my lover.
My desire to plot for him is overwhelming, even though it is absurd, it is my eternal obsession.
There is love in my heart and I will never give up. He and I finally blossomed into a dazzling fireworks in the desolate prairie.
I am a nightmare, a nightmare. I came from bliss, walked into darkness, and walked for tens of thousands of years.
I made a living by inhaling the five human poisons and eight sufferings, living in a state of confusion. I thought I would be in this endless state of numbness and depression, but unexpectedly, I was overtaken by the enemy who had been chasing me for tens of thousands of years.
He broke my inner demons, made me clear, and allowed me to see the light that had been there for so long.
Holding his hand, my heart is no longer cold and lonely. With such a person accompanying me as I walked along, the place was desolate and barren, yet teeming with people.
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Intention: Only if you don't change your original intention will flowers bloom.