If you have helped ten thousand people, then I should not be able to make you stop and look back; if I have been soaked in ten thousand pieces of snow, but no one has come to save me, when I call my idol's name, should I be in despair or in expectation? Do you still pay attention to other people's pleading eyes? Do you still have that enthusiastic heart? Flowers will fade, people will grow old, and time is passing. If you suddenly come to this island of death, what should you do? What would you do? Do you see me?
Purpose: Spread positive energy, eh.