An ignorant young man can make mistakes for the rest of his life with just one glance.
That year, the young man was in his prime, young and frivolous, wearing bright clothes and angry horses, arrogant and arrogant.
A young man as free as the wind, piling up unbridled pleasure with blood and death. The young man lives in the present that he can touch, regardless of the past or the future. It is simple, clear and clear. Blood and death constitute the most supreme and unique pursuit in the young man's life. That year, the young boy like the wind encountered the mountains that suddenly rose up on the plain, and his fate slightly deviated from the established track. Perhaps, this was how his fate should have been. . .
Conception: