Bowed their heads and not give up, it is to see his own way; Please not proud, is to see their own sky.
Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream。
我不需要任何人的认可。
It's like the slaughter of the innocents.It makes the people who run Las Vegas seem like good people.