A prosperous place, a battlefield, full of mispayments, and a lifetime of absurdity.
Thousands of threads of mortal world, you and I are all withered bones in the grave.
When he walked up to the high platform step by step, there was no sound from the fierce applause from the audience, and what came out of the palms of his hands was only the desire for power.
The breeze blows on the jade steps, and the drama spirals up to the sky.
When I look up at the river in autumn, I will dream of the present day in the cold window.
Whoever holds the sword of power is qualified to make a difference in this gray world.
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