The light tonight is no more brilliant than yesterday. Who knows the final answer to fortune telling. The overlapping years are engraved on the banks of the River of Forgetfulness, reflecting the past and going back and forth before sleeping, and the scars on the palms are wiped out and the veins are long. The red mirror sinks into the dark night and plays a mournful song, and the fragments of the past remain with a faint color. The place where the cold halberd has been reflected for many years is silent, sad and painful, or a little warm, but it is far away and unreal at this moment. The ripples of the melody flash through the orangutan's eyes, and the rotation of the annual rings awakens the vicissitudes of life. Bright red blood flows from the corner of the mouth, watering and blooming the begonias of lies in the desert, together with the drunken heart that never beats. Fear dominates the body and spreads deathly silence, and the fortune is chaotic and entangled with the breath of fire. The Holy Blessed Heavenly Light breaks through the apocalypse, breaks the formation, the ferocious dragon and the demon god return to the devil's contract, and the black and yellow nine heavens radiate the cause and effect memory of the world. Shura fights fiercely with countless ghosts and geniuses. Why worry about dying in the abyss when the door to life is closed? On a spring night, the red curtain gently covers the confusion and confusion. The silver pot and gold bottle of fine wine have been transparent since ancient times. Beauties and famous generals only want to grow old in this world.
[Written for painting, the semi-finished cover will be made first, and the cover progress and chapters will be updated from time to time]