Millennium-old grain wine, ten thousand-year-old ginger, poplars and willows across the river, frost on the tiles in June, it lasts for a hundred and eight thousand years.
That day, he uncovered the coffin and the gears of fate began to turn.
Wander around the world and see all kinds of things in the world.
Sometimes he is a good person, sometimes he teaches others how to use a sword.
Sometimes it's a big dream, sometimes it's a cold-blooded killing.
Sometimes he drinks and has fun, sometimes he lies drunk in the gentle countryside.
In the long river of time, witness love and hatred, witness the various situations in the world, and witness the dusk of the gods——
Endless years have passed, and when I look back, my old friends have passed away and time has faded.
Live forever.
Reader comments
A big dream, the years are long, and the ancients are withering!
I quite like it. There aren't so many grudges and grudges, maybe it's just plain and simple? It's good that good people are rewarded. Even if those people turn into dust, they are just missed.
A big dream, the years are long, and the ancients are withering!
I quite like it. There aren't so many grudges and grudges, maybe it's just plain and simple? It's good that good people are rewarded. Even if those people turn into dust, they are just missed.