Sharp Edge Without Leaving a Mark

The boiling blood of flying youth writes infinite loyalty, and the cold blade and the hot barrel of the gun are engraved with regretless choices. Under the setting sun, the remaining red is like blood, the pine trees are short, and the flowers of yesterday are yellow. In the prosperous age of the universe, thousands of families gather together to enjoy peace, and I am far away from the dark world, but I am alone and shed my blood. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.