At the age of eighteen, he struggled to live in a huge city
He always smells like blood
The blood in the boxing ring always splashes on him
People who passed by his life hurriedly covered their noses and walked away
It keeps getting colder
Until a ray of light is willing to warm him
His northern temperate zone
"You are cold, I will be your temperate zone"
The girl looked at his hand carefully
"This hand will conquer the world for you"
Purpose: Everyone who loves others well deserves to be loved