Wings added to the body, white hair and fine clothes, compassion for the heavenly beings
Everyone says he is an immortal, a long-lost god
The world also said that he was a ghost, something even lower than a ghost.
Only she knows.
He is not
Not an immortal, not a god, not even a despicable thing
just a crazy person
So crazy that troubled times regard it as a joke
Offer her both hands
Also step into the dust
However
Seven View Stairs
Blind mirror broken
Awakening from a dream on the battlefield
blood stained dusk
Only to find out in the end
The craziest thing is myself