In fact, I have been running in the quiet night, struggling to run! I want to run to an oasis that belongs to me, but I am abandoned to a deserted land by the God of fate. My running is not chasing the hypocritical lambs, but my dream is calling me. I quietly left a lonely figure on the Gobi, leaving my own smell in the muddy air. I refuse all help and pity in my life. No matter how painful it is, it's just shouting under the moon, licking its wound in the corner of nobody. I'm like the night assassin released by the night god. Can Bloodthirst really...