When I woke up and inexplicably crossed over to the pile of dead people, troublesome inoculation came. When I learned that the biochemical crisis was going to break out in January, I didn't expect that I would start it by myself in just half a month. On the shoulders is the responsibility of becoming a man. Under this bright starry sky, a traveler, the first is just the small and insignificant wish. When the comfort is long gone, the responsibility... the road I have traveled will eventually be irreversible, I I vow to let this anger burn all over the starry sky.