Ideal: It is a gorgeous brocade that can be broken by a blow on the blade, but turns into crystal fragments that confuse people's eyes the moment it collapses and falls to the ground. When people panic and reach out to save them, they penetrate into the skin and bring out blood stains...
Life: Is it the illusion of slow-motion playback or is it a one-way trip that is so quick and unthinking, but it inevitably slips off the established track at the corner...
Emotions: Even if you are rebellious and your heart is as high as the sky, you still can't break free from the shackles that are bound by your own hands deep in your heart...
Zhe: I must belong to the world where you are;
Snow: In a world without you, I would not exist;
Bing: Before you appeared, I had nothing to do with anything;
Mo: Since you broke in, the fragments have come together to become me.
Smile and watch the flowers fall and the stars change, I am who I am.