Many years later, when people mentioned him, he was still the young knight who could kill one person in ten steps and leave no name for thousands of miles.
People who know him well will miss his bright, innocent and childlike smile in the sunset.
The smoke and waves were flowing, the bright moon was in the sky, the world was still the same world, but he was happy to retire with success, looking back at the end of the world with a pot of wine, the past was just like smoke.
The youthful ambitions of those days, with bright clothes and angry horses, and joyful grudges, have now turned into a breezy smile.
I would like to dedicate this article to the immortal boy in my memory.