The mortal world is ruined, where can we find human resources? I suddenly realized that where I woke up from my dream, the peach blossoms were still there, my black hair was stained with frost, and it was raining outside the lattice. When had the vegetation grown dark?
The most ordinary love and hate,
A common deception,
It's obvious, it's easy,
But it happened to be an unforgettable pain.
The red dust and purple streets, the underworld and the blue falls are all just a matter of fate.
P: The first draft of this article needs to be revised, and it is a long prequel.