"We have no idea of her folly,
We have no way to deal with her arrogance and arrogance,
She is a lamb to the slaughter,
It's a planet that is about to see the sunset and never see the light of day.
She drifts in the universe,
No one is willing to spend a fortune for her,
No one was willing to stop for her and listen to her story about how she was moldy and smelly.
She is an unqualified novelist and a clichéd poet,
She can't write poetry,
She is proud and stupid,
She is pathetic and hateful. "
- Comments on "her" from No. 99
She gradually became impatient with this world with strict hierarchies.
But even if this land is about to be destroyed, even if she may never see the dawn of tomorrow again.
She would still light a candle and set off a firework,
Even if she dies, she will still try her best to fight for even a glimmer of life for this land.
Even if it was slim, she hoped she could evoke a glimmer of hope.
New Era Year 0, December 31, 5128 AD, the Earth fell.
"I have blood older than yours."
Intention: Ideals and Beliefs