The sky is a red river bank
Who knows what kind of scenery there is on both sides of the Red River?
Blood drips down
Blinded eyes
A dark red swallowed up the white light
Fall into darkness
Who killed whom in the end?
War is inherently unclear, life and death
Quietly pray to God to bless the earth
I think all I can do is stop crying
Sadness is the eternal elegy of fate
The flying arrows all over the sky penetrate more than just the latitude of survival
As time goes by, I can't tell the difference between before, after, and left.
What kind of wishes do you have when searching for things in heaven and earth?
Walk over
Flow across the wind and sand
Reach the world on the other side of the mirror
What is the concept of participating in other people's destiny?
Why not experience the joy of the past for yourself...
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YY Xiaobai's article, my protagonist is a typical heartless and careless person. Although the "ballad" above is so profound, in fact, it is not like that at all. Don't expect her to do any great feats that will move the world!
That's it.
Above.