The long-lost sunshine once again visited the snowfield after the war. I stood on this land, the only exposed soil, with the dark snow crows hovering in the sky above my head.
The top casts a black shadow. I quietly turned my back to my kingdom and my people who bowed their heads to me, facing loss and death with incomparable peace.
Phageo, the youngest king in the history of the oracle and the shortest reigning king, and his priestess Eladon, according to my meaning, look at each other from a distance
Buried in this corner of the ice sheet, never to be seen again. Faqiao's tomb has exposed black soil, but the one opposite is still frozen all year round.
The thought of life demonstrates the death and entanglement of life.