Both of them stand on the edge of despair, suffering from serious illness and trapped in the past.
He is trapped in rivers and seas of fire, and is afraid of the world;
He is trapped in paranoia and rifts, and is obsessed with himself.
When we meet each other, we are each other's driftwood and each other's antidote.
No need to be alone, just embrace each other.
After finally crossing the long night, I landed on the shore and met the light, met my friends, and returned to the ordinary world.
The Flower of the High Mountains teases a lot and loves to act (offensive)
Intention: Reunion after being broken, finally arriving in the world