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Half of the city is filled with smoke and sand, and soldiers are approaching the city. For whom do we fight for the world? One will be withered forever, how many white hairs will take away the black hairs Half of the city is filled with smoke and sand, blowing down with the wind There is still a trace of concern in my hand I just look forward to returning to the fields to relieve my armor, and to be able to hold a cup of tea you brewed... ＝＝＝＝＝ A few years ago, he asked him, "Are you really going?" At that time, he was young and energetic and said: "Yes!" A few years later, he lost all his glitz and returned to his old home to look for the person he missed every day. However, he only saw the old house still standing quietly in the forest. The leaves in front of the house are flying, just like the day he left, his hair... ＝＝＝＝＝＝ This article is from "Half City Yansha" YY, the update is very slow.../// If you don't know V, feel free to press the claws.