The clock struck twelve, and the hour hand and the second hand overlapped, pointing to midnight. Above the desolate ruins, a glimmer of light lit up again, and hope and the future were intertwined.
"Even if everything starts over again, you and I will still meet."
"She is the eternal king, sung throughout the ages."
I thought about it for a long time and couldn't write it. It's a sweet article. Hey, future technology is combined with myths and legends. The content is very simple and has no prototype. It's hard for the protagonist to scold the author because the child is innocent! ! Essay, I will update it when I have time (￣ヘ￣o#)
Intention: There is no absolute destiny.
