The cluster of bright red tassels at the end of the hilt of the sword hung down lazily, as if tired of all the fighting and killing over the years. The chilling cold wind blew around me, swaying my robe and the red tassels. The tassel blends into the color of the entire sword body.
They are all so shockingly red. Complement each other.
They invaded the ground along the blade of the sword drop by drop. The sound was so clear and sweet, like spring water, that the dirty yellow soil was instantly dyed with blood.
Tick tock.
Did you hear that?
This is all for you.
My sorrow.
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