The wine is self-forgetting
If you fall from the sky one day, will you not be liberated for the rest of your life? He is a demon who should not exist in the world, high up, but in ten years, he has sunk step by step.
He is a noble son who loves her to the bone, humble and rare to respond. She binds herself, is full of hatred, and is indifferent to love.
Is the day of revenge really liberating? How can the heavens send sorrows, and the wine can forget its sorrows.