Missing is like a thread, entangled in threads, disturbing people's mood.
He thought that murder and revenge would quell his dissatisfaction, and he thought that high power would bring him new life.
However, after going round and round, he found that the man had passed away and could not sleep. Love breaks the heart, hatred breaks the heart.
How could he accept that after winning everything, everything would be in vain?
No, there are still those eyes, is that person back?
Intention: He is unwilling to walk into this cold night alone