[Death] Silver! You Guy!

The moon is bright, the river is surging; the mountains are high and the forests are far away, and the other side is far away; The broad thoughts can only be revealed by the heart; the feathers fall, the lamps are sparse, and the wooden leaves are swaying; What is the reason for fighting? The saddle and scabbard of the horse is broken; the arrows are broken, the bow is broken, the trees are dead and the grass is dead; The starfield is dull and the floating clouds are lonely; pick up my few feathers and bury my shirt. Hey, can you stop singing? This is simply an elegy. ——Excerpted from The modern version of Xiao Cang~ It feels so good~ Regardless of whether it's correct or not, I've completely forgotten about the character settings... DeathTake me home Intention: