The first life: The setting sun is like blood, the red clothes are floating, the black hair is ruthlessly swaying in the wind, the thin lips are slightly opened, the sword is cold, and the blood is allowed to stain the red robe. The second life: Hard as iron, wrapped in black clothes, not caring about himself when his life is in danger, ruthless as an actor, blind as a bullet, he just hates trusting the wrong person in this life. Third life: Hard-hearted, cold as ice, her heart is dead and love is gone. Tenderness is like water, fierce as fire, hard-hearted ice also melts. Alas, the introduction is not important. . .