Fall autumn

When autumn falls, the world of mortals is scattered, the willow yarn is favored, and the dew drops fall and mess here. It's annoying. The world is heavy and doesn't know why. Sad to cry, no one is alone. Resentment destroys the soul. No one knows it. They burn themselves as ghosts and harm the three realms. It is hateful, pitiful and pathetic... everything in the world was born in chaos, from nothingness to existence. Life starts from zero and ends from zero, and I am zero