Youth Surges, Love Disappears in the Sea

Like a devout believer, I knelt on the ground and prayed for The mercy of the gods you believe in; Or maybe it's the dust that can be seen everywhere, trying to contaminate the bright pure moonlight. But with believers, the gods can sit on the high platform; with the world, Oh, only then can the moonlight be bright and flawless. Life is short but meaningful, I don't have to worry about anything People live.