Walking alone to the end of the sea and the end of the world, with no return, my face covered with frost...

Your eyes are the sea that I will never encounter again

Half of the city is filled with smoke and sand, all the flowers have faded, a few tragic songs can be sung endlessly, and the beauty will shed tears for thousands of years! The remaining cares and vicissitudes of my life have gone with the wind, bloomed and stopped several times, and finally passed away in this illusory sea of ??light waves and gentle waves!

How much loneliness is drifting in the wind in this world. At the end of the world, the countless coldness also dulls the emptiness of the sea of ??flowers on the other side!