The sword held in the hand carries ideals and dignity. How many men can't help but spill their blood for "fame and fortune". But not many people can realize how lonely it is to be in the cold at a high place.
Like a beautiful flower, once it blooms the fragrance fills the world. Fighting to protect the love in the heart with the youth of the moment.
Although people can't help themselves in the world, the ultimate control over life still belongs to themselves.
Same world, different choices. Different status, same fork in the road.
At the time of falling flowers, sacrificial songs are sung for some people, and hymns are also sung for others.