The god of death is proud of the heroes
The light breeze blew across my face, without any sadness or joy.
The lips are slightly opened, as if the wind and rain are coming together; the brows are slightly opened, as if the heaven and earth are changing.
The right foot is on the peak of arrogance, the right hand is placed on the leg, and the body is leaning forward. Stand out from the crowd.
Do you want to live like this? Or, go for a adventure?