——Friend, how did it start and end like this?
"Who will do it?" Is it my wish, or is it your wish?
Friends, don't bury your sorrow in your heart
Reality evaporates into wet mist
Even if our eyes get wet
But don't let your once-hot heart go
So cold that it turns into stone
Even the ruthless knife
I can't even leave a trace of a moment.
——I would like to dedicate this to every friend who is about to open this text.