Turbid Embers

This world is filthy, we can be white water, or we can be turbid. The human heart is like clear water, black or white. In the hidden world, in this turbid world, there are always people who are firm in their hearts and shoulder the burden. The persecution of nothingness is endless. Even if it is not known, it still moves forward. You can be a piece of rotten wood, or you can be a dim pearl. In fact, it has sunk, but the star is still burning.