It's like your rationality is rusty.
The sun sank into the sea level, and the only source of light was annihilated.
Hope has fallen, and the walking dead are everywhere, along with the zombie shells.
Tossing and turning, wandering, and confused on the deserted road. Wandering.
Even if the rising tide stirs up waves,
There is no way to cleanse them of their sins.
We are extremely sinful.
Her sea-blue eyes no longer shed tears,
Gradually dry up and wither.
Who is praying in a low voice under the false pretense?
Those who cannot be forgiven,
It is a prophecy, a reality, and the destruction of the past.
No matter who it is,
You or me, we will eventually be the wandering children abandoned by this universe.
Drowning in the residual heat of the explosion in the origin of chaos,
Inescapable, the Möbius strip of fate.
The old world fell yesterday,
The new earth is born tomorrow.
Life and dawn are extinguished together.
"For the thousand and first time, please remember to hold my hand."
(The anchor is doing modern poetry and following the pen. I have an old habit. When will I have time to change the introduction copy?)
Mission: It is everyone's responsibility to protect the earth