A man and a woman squeezed into my abyss
Fierce fighting
Seizing the only window in the abyss
They both wanted to see through the window
Look
The scene outside of me
Compared to the dawn
I am not a person of power
The maze spread in the valley
The chest is equipped with many mechanisms
The palms of the hands are stationed with many brave men
The fortifications are being dug on the face
I long for the sun
But I am afraid of the sun
Just like this fight between a man and a woman
The branches and leaves on the ground are very green
Single-mindedly
Fighting to occupy more space
The roots underground have long been rotten
A slight gasp
Sustained The final struggle
also has a glory that attracts worldwide attention
a prosperity that makes people feel extremely proud