Fine Dust

"I won't kill you." He said, his red phoenix eyes rising with a fierce blood color inside: "I want you to see with your own eyes the collapse of your so-called empire. Looking at this ten-mile long street, how many people are like me, even if they are as humble as dust and as small as grass and grass, they still have blood in their bones, and they are as immortal as these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains." Danmei + Republic of China + a little resistance to Japan = courting death i know But I still dug this hole Alas, I've already admitted that I'm looking for smoke and death. I just want to write.