A former fool wants to change the world

B？.

Perun, my friend - not all artists are as strong as you, not everyone can go against the rainstorm alone.

But maybe everyone is expecting you to succeed. Only those who are sensitive to the world can become artists. We know that the world is not pure as depicted in the works, but we have no power to change it.

Therefore, when the knight who challenged the giant appeared, poets all over the world left epic poems for him in their hearts. Even the knight himself knew that he was doomed to fail - because he also lost to reality in the end.

At that time, you made a wish to the world, a white and flawless canvas that you could freely sway. The world did not respond to your expectations, so you decided to pick up your painting tools and start a hopeless search.

【He met all kinds of people and had all kinds of encounters.

He still hasn't found the canvas, but the world has left his footprints.

He was sometimes disappointed and sometimes excited, sometimes melancholy and sometimes happy.

This journey will continue forever - when he realizes this and is ready to take the next step#

P.

Striving for an impossible goal seems tragic and fatalistic.

From a certain perspective, it is also the easiest path.

In the process of countless questions and regrets, has she always been alone?

After all, sensibility and rationality are intrinsically integrated

"If you say that, it means that maybe a part of me deep down really thinks so.

This maze does have no exit, but why can’t people escape from the maze without an exit?

……Until then, no one believed that humans could touch this false sky"

#Just a casual look back. 】

I saw her in a daze.

She asked me: Are you satisfied with your journey along the way?

I felt my eyes welling up uncontrollably, and they answered for me first.

"I am very satisfied." I heard myself say

О.

The more he investigated, the more he came to know the plan and the cruelty of the person behind it. When he followed the mottled bloodstains and asked about the past, he could still hear the bones screaming in the dust.

Just by holding on to fragmentary clues, you can glimpse a deeper hell than the accident report, but even so - the blood on his forehead dripped on the picture Berning handed me, and the figure on it was all too familiar to me..

I have never wiped the blood with my fingers in such a panic, but the more I wiped, the stains became more and more stained, turning my father's face red.

B.

Olga stared blankly until a drop of water fell on the blood stain, opening up a clean trace, then the second drop, and the third drop. She stretched out her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes, but she couldn't stop the tears that welled up. Instead, there was blood on his cheek.

She thought of the young man's roars and cries buried in the snow. Before meeting Bernin, Diluc's hands were not stained with the blood of people from the North.

"......What should I do, father?"

The same question, just as she knew what Diluc wanted to ask at that time. Did he really have the justice to execute them? Was he really executing those who had committed crimes? Is that the justice that his father expected? Is that the justice she is looking for? Is it really justice, or is it revenge?

"She" couldn't answer it at the time, but"we" can

M.

After joining Xuanhu, they said that my thoughts have become more and more independent and I am no longer afraid of being scolded by outsiders.

For example, the Grass God's hidden combat power is a"god" with no ability and no morals, and she deserves to be hated.

Even the Grass God himself is just a synthetic product. He thinks he is the king of trees five hundred years ago, but he is the arrogant and meaningless newborn of the ancient god. He thinks that travelers are just a small wave in a thousand years. Not some original sage

Y.

【I know that this day is coming, when the world in my eyes gradually disappears, life bids me farewell silently, and draws the last curtain before my eyes.

But the stars will watch in the night, the morning light will still rise, and time is like the turbulence of the sea waves, stirring up joy and sorrow.

When I think of the end of my time, the barriers of time break down, and in the light of death I see your world and its abandoned treasures. The lowest seats are extremely rare, and the smallest creatures are rare in the world.

What I seek but do not get and what I have got - let them pass. It only allowed me to truly possess those things that I despised and ignored. ]

2H.

【As I leave, wish me good luck, my friends!

The morning light is brilliant in the sky, and my future is beautiful.

Don't ask me what I brought there. I only have empty hands and a hopeful heart.

I'm going to wear my wedding flower crown. I was not wearing a reddish-brown suitcase, and although the road was dangerous, I had no fear in my heart.

At the end of the journey, the evening star will rise, and the sad music of dusk will pop up from the door of the palace.】

【L.】

If a person's way of living is right, then millions of people will live for him and follow his unfinished path.

Mortals spend their whole lives climbing to the top of the Tower of Babel but never reach heaven.

In the midst of God's ridicule, [she] jumped down, turning her long life into meteors, igniting thousands of torches that would eventually shoot down heaven.?

【She] told me,"Don't be ashamed of crying, new life begins with crying."

So I never shed a tear again, after all, my past is always with me.

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When I write, I always emphasize that there must be a cause and effect. The characters' acquaintance develops into becoming friends, and later they can entrust each other's lives. It is not due to God's will or fate.

They are that kind of people, so those things happen, it is inevitable for them to be"themselves".

I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.