The Eye of Kyushu

Someone once said that "Kyushu" is a dream. It is the first drop of water in the sky, and we hope it will become an ocean. But after twenty years of hard work, the oath has been dispersed in the wind, the beauty has faded, and the hero has been buried. Even the God who created this world finally dispersed. Some are unwilling or nostalgic, but they still turn around and leave, leaving behind the heaven and earth watered by their own hands. But the iron armor will rust, but the will will not corrode; deep in the embers, new life can also be given birth. I dare not make bold claims for the dignity of Oriental fantasy, as gods did in the past. I just can't let go of my childlike innocence. Therefore, if you have ever stopped in the world of Kyushu, if you still have a trace of thoughts about the world of Kyushu—— Please take a look at the drop of water poured into the old world by a traveler with little self-awareness. "Kyushu·The Eye of the World"