He doesn't know why he often has nightmares, and the claws of revenge firmly grasp him and push him to the center of his destiny.
She didn't know why she killed, she was good at killing, but the killing knife was slowly pointed at herself.
An inexplicable hatred grows wantonly in this land,
Painted gold stuff,
Control people's desires,
Leading people's direction,
But neither he nor she knew how to solve it...
Intention: You don't understand the suffering in this world, and you can't break the shackles that bind suffering, so you will always be tightly bound by suffering.