Start from Deep Space

In the long river of time, the birth and death of a planet is just an inconspicuous splash, fleeting. Looking back on the past, I always feel helpless and regretful. Thousands of years are just a snap of the fingers. Protection, aggression, justice, evil, everything is not black and white. The road is ruthless, and people know it. In the vast and deep space, who is responsible for the ups and downs?