He was wandering in the city of Rome, and the glory and success of the previous half of his life had woven a huge net, everyone knew him, and everyone had nothing to do with him.
He watched the city's decline and inevitable end—death, like himself, the rotten roots of vital roots, which eventually disappeared.
Sublime beauty and bliss are extremely beautiful and cruel words, they correspond to despair and great sorrow
Indulge every night at the cocktail party and dance floor, imagine the sea on the ceiling alone, madness and loneliness intertwined
Life itself is fictional, only the sea is real. Being the king of the upper class, overlooking the falsehood of all living beings, those elites in flashy coats talk about art, religion, and sacrifice, but their appearance is ugly and hypocritical.
When those people are no longer sincere, the angry girl's splash painting has turned into a performance, and the worship of the Virgin Mary has become the capital of social exposure.
He is the symbol of the city, he is the city of Rome, the city of Rome is him.
Once the Roman culture and art reached its peak, all European culture has its genes, and now it only has a vain appearance. What is the ending of the beautiful city in the past? Can it also become a spiritual and cultural shrine as it used to be? Can lost beliefs and cultures grow again?
In the end, Japan will be long, if you feel nothing, I am with you
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