Everyone calls me the devil.
How many people can understand why young men grow old!
Caressing the long sword in his hand, looking back, he never saw the past again.
A drop of blood and tears, dyed with frost, becomes a god and a saint, isn't it just as desolate?
Ye Xun sat in front of a lonely grave, filled with heavy snow.
He stood up slowly and looked into the endless darkness.
"Damn it, you bastard, I'll fuck you to death!"
Looks more comfortable