Rejuvenating Snow

[Group portrait + ancient strategy + unlimited streaming + all members Be] "Stay alive," the girl clutched half a piece of dry biscuit and looked up blankly, while the female general in the mirror had drawn her sword, and the cold light reflected the hungry people all over the field: "Remember, the gun in your hand is not to protect anyone, it is to split the sky of this great summer." From the backyard of the deep house to the general guarding the border, he climbed up on the conspiracy and bones. At every step, there is a voice from the future reminding me, but every step is further away from myself in memory. The court was crowded with enemies, and when she finally stood at the top of power, she was shocked to realize that her future self had never said the ending—— Is that snow, which has been delayed for several years, a redemption that washes away the blood, or is it a sign of burying all the bones? And that "self" who always reminds her in the dark, what is hidden deep in his eyes is the compassion of someone who has experienced it, or the indifference of the chess player?