Continuous hatred is the endless jacaranda.
The wind blows the earth and lifts petals all over the sky. This grand and gorgeous funeral is the beginning of the stage play.
We'll see.
Who will be swallowed up by the green mountain forest first?
Who will become the running mute first?
Who has calm eyes first
Who will announce the curtain call of the opera?
Mission: Destiny is unpredictable, you should cherish the present