The boy is walking forward, his eyes are a little dim that should not be there. He is walking in this endless wilderness, the sky is filled with an unsuitable red sunset, and the sunset outlines the original arc in the sunset, and here is the prelude to the continuation of the story.
He walked forward step by step, and the pain spread to his heels, knees, and thighs. He didn't know how long he had walked, but he knew that only if he kept walking, he would reach the place he wanted to go. There must be a blue sky there, where the white clouds danced the dance called the sky, overflowing the world, and the reflected lake water blew ripples beside the flowers. Everything was floating and rolling in his mind. But finally there was a moment when he stopped his pace. The boy looked at the bloody wilderness next to him. Everything became ferocious. He felt that everything was devastated and he was stunned for a long time.
The fallen soldier stared into the distance with his eyes open, motionless, as if something had been taken away from him, just like him... The boy stood there, with no ripples in the color of his calm eyes, just watching.
But in an instant, he knelt here, his legs unable to support him and unable to move, and his eyes finally closed for a moment. As if he couldn't open his eyes anymore, he just knelt and sat here, making no sound, not falling, as if he was petrified.
The wilderness is still the same, the sky is still the same... The blood-red sunset, the blood-red wasteland... And the blood-red heart...