The endless darkness is the light in my heart. I cut through the sky with the sword in my hand, and dye the earth red with the blood of my enemies. If my relatives are no longer around and my enemies perish, I will walk in the sky, stand at the top, and compose a song of mourning!
Nine palaces, ten avenues, the sword takes the wrong direction, composes a tragic song with the sword in hand, fights the world with the belief in the heart, sheds blood, cuts off the head, reaches the peak of the road!
(Recommended station by Tiger Baby)
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Nice description
I can't understand it, and the more I look at it, the more confused it becomes.
Nice description
I can't understand it, and the more I look at it, the more confused it becomes.