Dawn and Dark Night Fall

The blood of good people turned into rain, nourishing the decaying earth and causing it to release new vitality. The heads of great people were cut off and hung in the ironic Federation Square, watching the end of the world. But when the people below looked at the heads in the square and the blood that had not yet dried on the ground, they realized that the person who could prevent this disaster had lost all his blood, and his head could no longer be lifted. My only thought is to return to my hometown. I like my hometown very much and love my hometown very much. Although Lias is good, it cannot bear every flower, grass or leaf of my hometown. My hometown is like a dandelion. When it blooms, it uses the power of the wind to help me blow far away and start to take root and grow, so that everywhere I go is covered with dandelions. But when I grow up and get on the verge of withering, it will also scatter all of me and blow back to the place where I just landed.