I have seen the dazzling red flames. The dancing flames are like a pulsating heart, driving the blood all over the body to rush and flow, spreading through the streets and alleys, swallowing up pieces of the sky, until the whole world is burned brightly, like dawn, like dawn.
I have seen a man standing in the heart of flames, not afraid of the wild invasion of darkness, not afraid of the withering of loneliness and loneliness.
He opened his palms, and the flames flying out from his palms were his war horses. The place pointed by his fingers was the territory that trembled for him. No one could defy the path of the red fire, and could only follow it, rush forward, and indulge...
But I just want to flow through the red river and let it erode my skin, flesh, bones, and cells. Before I completely turn into moth wing foam, I will use all my strength to walk against the flames and hug him tightly.