Sip while alive, the flower of evil that grows in a place of goodness;
He once wanted to believe that wild flowers were still blooming quietly in some corner of the world, but now he only longed for the fire of forgiveness to descend on this city;
I shall repay my silence, and shall remember my name in your elegy;
The full text will use three different persons to intersperse the narrative, just like the above three paragraphs,
Our protagonist is a pure bad guy, don't worry, I will kill him within three rounds.
Purpose: Whenever we look up at the stars, are humans imagining great gods, or are the gods recalling their weak selves?
