The fire illuminated the night sadly, and the moon was waning in the sky when the city was destroyed.
At that glance, your smile was like an epiphyllum, which withered in the blink of an eye.
The bloody wind tore the flag apart, and the lights at the top of the city finally went out.
I can't see you with your head hanging high and your eyes contemptuous---------"The Wind Rises in the Sky"
But in Azeroth, dead people can pop out!
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