The snow and rain make the past life blurry.
Looking down at the smoke rising from the battlefield, I tried my best to feel your current mood, but apart from the bone-chilling chill and the pale pain in my heart, I couldn't express anything...
What I love most is your gentle smile.
White flags are hunting, and thousands of horses are silent. Everyone knows what this means, and the faint smell of blood...
Is there nothing left to cherish? Such as life, such as me, such as love...
A pale sneer appeared on your majestic lips.
This imperceptible and peerless smile suddenly transformed into a breathtaking beauty, more beautiful than any woman's - it was enough to win the admiration of the world.
Only I saw it. The upward curve of your mouth is deeply engraved in my heart, it hurts.
Elder brother.
Reading these two words, I was a little intoxicated.
Is this death?
Is this what sadness feels like? Why don't I shed tears? Is it so painful that you lose your strength?
Is this always inevitable?
"Brother, do you believe in fate?
Death, is this what it is?
There were sparkling lights flying all around, like the bright starlight seen through the top window of a celestial palace.
Are these tears?
Can crying be such happiness or such sadness?