If the most beautiful things in the world appear in the tragic way of a thorn bird crying blood, then will we still cling to the fearlessness of moths flying into the flames? Frost covers everything in autumn, and the wind blows in the desert and cold. Prosperity flows eastward, and everything is turbulent. He killed her with his own hands, exchanged the blood of his heart for her soul in another world, and even in the ups and downs of the other world, he would rather let everyone in the world protect her for the rest of her life. He gained her heart step by step, making her no longer wandering, but he also put her in a place of eternal doom. After all, he failed her and himself in terms of beauty and country. A wisp of the spirit of another world, a touch of greenness in the world, a heart of sacrifice for redemption, and come back again, the journey of Sword Song is difficult.