Finally at Night

Seven years in a coffin, wandering in the desert. Losing my memory and living again in the world, am I who I am? At thirty-six hours, the soul is scattered like snow. Nine thousand stone steps, carrying a coffin becomes a demon. After she died, I was no longer me. Half her, half demon. ——The mirror of the heart is the coffin, love and hate are the blades, and this body is hell.