Can a fallen angel still find happiness?
Can the flower of love still bloom in all its glory amid a storm of bullets?
On land stained with blood and ravaged by war, two lives that once ran parallel become entwined like vines around a tree, like water soaking into earth, until they can no longer be separated, bound together to the bitter end.
A crimson rose twined around a cold gun barrel blooms at the very end of life.
It's really your old style. . Okay, let me leave my name first. .
Not bad, the writing is very good, and the copywriting smells bloody. .