When the world disappears, only corpses and skeletons remain before your eyes;
The whiteness and coldness alternately overlap each other, forming towering white bones and iron pines.
Whose arm is it that is hung high on the city wall?
Left on the city wall, the entire burning red blood danced and hissed mournfully on it,
Who is the last call──?
The rain is still falling, soaking the water springs that are not tightly connected to the underworld.
Beacon fire, the boundary between heaven and earth, the man's madness, the war roared to the entire earth;
He was holding two swords and had long dyed red hair, and the calls from the city wall were resting on his hair.
Red dust?
Even if he laughs crazily, none of that man's mortal world will be left behind, and he will be defeated by his blind eyes.
Red dust?
Stop laughing, that piece of dust is beneath your feet; the flames of war are in your eyes.
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[Cover artist: Jue Fei]