In the dream, the cavalry waved sand like mist
Always awakened by the blood-red howling of troops
Then I knew it was a dream. The fingerprints of my hands were deeply embedded in my flesh. I recalled in horror the hoarse call from the distance: "Yu'er, come back, come back..."
The soul has already passed away across thousands of years
The modern soul, with its desolation, is only for the beloved man who has been searching for thousands of years to get rid of illness.
Standing side by side with him, riding on the Huns, shooting vultures and drawing bows, white feathers piercing the poplar trees
Put the green poisonous wine gently on your lips to cure the disease. No one can separate us...
Reader comments
Come on, author, it doesn't seem interesting at first, but later on, there are more and more contradictions and climaxes. It looks like it should be a good book. I hope it won't disappoint me!
Come on, author, it doesn't seem interesting at first, but later on, there are more and more contradictions and climaxes. It looks like it should be a good book. I hope it won't disappoint me!