The silver flakes at the end of the year are always flying wildly, and without realizing it, a black hair will be dyed frosty white.
He can always think of the traces of a horse riding across the mountains and rivers in the vastness of the world. The sunset over the long river was scorching with glory.
He remembered that the man once laughed wildly and said: "I no longer ask for the title of marquis from thousands of miles away, but I only ask for death on the battlefield one day. Will you remember to burn an offering for me every winter solstice?"
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