I raised my head with difficulty, but was stung by the afterglow of the setting sun and couldn't open my eyes. I could only vaguely make out the red tassel on the armor's helmet dancing in and out, like a cluster of warm flames. The wound on my body seemed to have been torn again in the bumps on the horse. The pain made me want to cry, but my tears had long since dried up. The embrace that has always warmed me is so clinging to me, but it also gives me a feeling of confinement. I want to work hard to get rid of this bondage, but I am unable to struggle.
Gradually I couldn't control my eyelids, which were getting heavier and heavier. I thought I was going to die. "This way... It's okay, everything will eventually pass...", I said to myself silently.
Snowflakes fell, finally burying all the secrets...