In the new century, the twin moons are in the sky, and the clouds are like craters on the moon.
One year on earth, one hundred years here.
There is no sky here, people walk with their heads down, one day.
A human raised his head.
The body is the carrier of the spirit, and memory is the outline of the soul.
A blank piece of paper placed there will only be a blank piece of paper. If he is in the hands of fame, he will have a high-sounding name - nothingness.
Intention: If a person has forgotten everything, it is better to accompany him to walk through the past again