Sparkling Sun

The beacon fires and wolf smoke are cold in May, the swords and swords are shining, and all the weapons are broken. The soldiers are hiding their blood and the wind is passing by. How can I talk to anyone again? No one can escape from the weapons, and no one can survive alone. Behind the piles of corpses are the past they guard. I am very happy that I can protect them, because as long as they are happy and happy, then it will be worth it for me and us... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.