The moonlight is like water, shining quietly on the ancient streets.
If it weren't for the occasional flash of depth in those eyes that would be difficult for others to detect, he understood that death was the fairest judgment given by fate, and no one could escape. And he was like a watcher in the night sky, quietly watching the beauty of life blooming when the meteors streaked across the sky.
"I've seen too much death to forget."
Lin Fuler held his hand: "Please say goodbye to me."
Purpose: Cherish the time of life