Misty Tears

Introduction The rolling waves, the endless roar for thousands of years; the love for the mortal world, the eternal love and hatred. Everything originates from the sea and ends with the sea... Wedge The tip of the sword was dripping with blood, and mottled blood stains stretched along the road. The sky is a little dark and a little cold. June in Jiangnan is unstoppably cold. I actually looked forward to it, that the sky would be filled with flying snow, covering the sadness in this place. There was a hoarse sword cry, and then there was silence. The man holding the sword walked farther and farther. He trudged forward, and a patch of red formed behind him. The light sword is already a burden. Total disappointment, my blood ran cold. The coolness falling from the sky hit his face, but it was not the snow he expected. He could no longer afford to wait for the day when the injustice would be vindicated. The sky is sad and sheds tears, but refuses to retaliate. Having a chivalrous heart is ultimately in vain. The world is cold, people are indifferent, and his sword is nothing more than a scrap iron handle. He stopped and looked up at the gray sky. As long as it snows, he will look back. As long as it snows... It is still just cool rain and tears of false compassion. I got a cold shower and extinguished the remaining enthusiasm. Throwing the long sword to the sky, he knelt down in the rain, looked up again, and saw a vast ocean stretching in front of him...