Traces of String Ruins

The universe is a string. Some listen to all things, others tremble the stars. I can't hear my own voice. I met a brother and sister: one defended with his life, the other sacrificed himself. I also met a lonely man who carried a sea of ​​blood on his back and pursued the powerful. They asked: When remembering accelerates forgetting, when power is accompanied by loss, why do we still resonate? I'm not a hero. I just tuned the strings that refused to be silent before the finale. All things will eventually return to Xianxu, but before that, let us play another song.