Where there is a sword, there is death. The sword has not stopped, just because the death is not yet complete.
There are millions of corpses lying on the ground, and when the people are bleeding and drifting in the oars, the fighting stops; when everyone betrays their relatives and leaves, the sword stops only when life and death are at stake.
If one day I leave and never come back, will you hide me in the deepest part of your heart and never forget me?
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