No matter how you say it, I am still a sunset warrior...
Dusk falls in the west, and the wind howls in the wilderness. The warrior stood with his clothes uncovered, his body covered with bruises, and he only held a sword. The setting sun dyes the blade, and the blood stains are not yet dry. Although exhausted and exhausted, his pride still remains, staring at the sky as if waiting for someone to come.
