Black Without Dirt

(Revised, overhauled setting content, typesetting by the way) A girl is looking for her own growth history, a piece of letter connecting the past and the future, a long sword made of iron that tells the story of dusty things, does a person who has lost the meaning of existence have a way back? Cp: Apez ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "My people, hold high the torch in your left hand! The broken walls of Fergus cannot stop the punishment. The iron hoof of the goddess of victory will always belong to our warriors, wave the iron sword in your right hand! The stagnant river cannot wash away the passionate shouts, and the spindle of the goddess of fate will not weave brocade for them." The girl holding the iron sword high waved the flag, and no one dared to make noise in the city wall. Except for her, the dusty land may be considered silent, as calm as a pool of stagnant water. Those who have lost their heartbeats lie in graves, while those who have heartbeats stand outside the city walls. Those with heartbeats trembled in the city, while those without heartbeats shouted on horseback. "We haven't seen each other for several years, do you still remember me? Your iron sword should be pointed at your enemy, not at me." "You are the enemy in my heart, and you are also the hymn that I sing in my mouth." "He is coming." "I know." Suddenly I found that the copywriting is easy to persuade 2333