[Samu\mimiao] It Has to Be Like This

Whose beginning do we face, whose end do we witness, and in what capacity does the witness exist? The exchange and change of hands of all living things, regardless of the feelings of the holder, are actually done with the pain and tears of others. In these inevitable gaps in life, we hope that the death of one star is a blessing to another living being. In the hymn of birth, we easily abandon the sorrows that we have been determined to forget in the past, grasp the maximum amount of joy as possible, and flee from the bottomless despair in fear. The abandoned city was deserted, captured, swallowed by the ocean, buried alive by the sand, but in the end it was ignored. Can it be forgotten? The face that had fallen into a dream in the middle of the night, the gestures made while looking far away, the moonlight hidden behind the house, the Qiong Yao lying on the ground, the wish that can only be made once a year... Just forget about it. The contract that has never been reconciled is always peeping in the corner of the soul, waiting for rebirth. Even if you make an unintentional move, once you touch these hidden chambers, the elements inside will definitely fight back. Who said Are bystanders always indifferent? There are no bystanders.