Imaginary ancient customs and fictional stories
Tragedy is the core, and everything turns to nothing is the intention.
We didn't do what we wanted to do,
The mistakes we make are like a dance gone wrong,
We went against the principles we thought about,
We have become the adults we hate, so why are we moved?
What do we want to be clean?
It's something you cherish,
It's the name of a good man,
It is the road between mountains and rivers,
This is the original good nature of human beings.
Wait.
Everything turns to nothing, it's like waking up from a dream.
Intention: Stop talking and everything will turn around in vain. It's all a dream until I turn around.