Half a lifetime ago, I dreamed of a butterfly growing in the village. In the dream, my eyes were cold, and I was intoxicated with love. When I woke up, my dream disappeared, and I was not separated from anyone in this life.
It is difficult to persuade you to wield the sword, and your heart is full of grudges. The moon is already setting in the west, so it is better to go back and let your sweet soul turn into green blood.