"It seems that there will be another bloody storm in the world!"
"Yeah"
Wherever the sky is, wherever the earth is, wherever the stars are, a white-haired young man is talking to himself. Is he really talking to himself?
Good and evil are two sides of the same coin, so how can we say "self"?
Who will open the stone lock that carries thousands of years of resentment?
The storm is about to come and the wind is filling the building