Cold and varied

I wonder, are those really demons, but why are they showing up on the street, especially though it's night?

But the street is brightly lit, this world is scientific, and there is no unscientific thing, so whether it is my hallucination or something wrong with my eyes, I can't figure it out.

But the next second I don't think so, because I am going to dream.

In my dream, I dreamed that a man in red was holding a bow and arrow and facing me on the battlefield. I was shocked, heartbroken and indignant.

But I don't want to hurt him at all.

But the fact is that I was standing opposite him with a weapon, and it seemed that I was about to fight.

The hibiscus is warm in the sun and the jade produces smoke, the fire is reborn against the disk, the patterns are rippling in the water, the flowers are in full bloom, delicate and beautiful, and the dragon swims in shallow stalls...

Your flame, my water dragon, your bow and arrow, my knife, you are the phoenix, and I am the dragon. From ancient times to the present, the dragon and the phoenix have always been a pair. Why do you and I turn against each other?

I don't understand, I wonder, there has been too much blood and hatred between the two of us,

In the end, my memory stays at the arrival of the great flood, and countless mountains and buildings were submerged one by one by the great flood.

And I stood at the only foothold, watching all this with grief in my heart while you carried your bow and arrow, as if shooting into the sky, resisting all these injustices...