Alexander the Great

We continue to write the war hymn of Troy. Babylon is so majestic and spectacular. I am not moved by the beautiful scenery. I just want to see the glimmer of surprise in your eyes when you first see this legendary city. There may be countless people writing hymns for us, but believe me, my Alexander, no one understands your heart better than me. "You will never lose me, Alexander." The dry throat spoke low and hoarse words. He sniffed my hair and seemed to hug me tightly like a wayward child. I buried my head deeply in his arms. Patroclus finally left Achilles. I have always known this. The sorrow and sorrow are in my heart, and the tears cannot stop falling. I sobbed silently, even if I were a man I would shed tears for this, because I have never forgotten the tragedy of "The Iliad". Achilles' sorrow seems to echo in the world through the never-ending melody of the Trojan war song, infecting everyone who reads Homer's epic, just like Patroclus in the gorgeous poem Between the lines of the words, I am willing to die on the battlefield for Achilles' true love, and I am also willing to sacrifice everything for Alexander. I believe that there will be hymns written for Alexander and Hephaestion in the history books hidden by the yellow sand after thousands of years. I will protect him until I stop breathing my last breath and give him my last hug.