The World Is a Thousand Years Old

The smoke is everywhere, but the soul of Rouge is immortal. In the smoke and clouds of troubled times, the phoenix rises and sings wildly and falls into the world of mortals. Standing on the top of the mountain, looking at the common people, there is a lot of chaos. It doesn't matter if I wander around and control the world, I just want a moment of tenderness. Whether the love is true or not, no question. Some love is enough just to have a beginning, you know which one is true. Some hatred is already destined, so there is no need to say anything. I dream vaguely, wake up and think about it, and my mind wanders around only one person. He is determined and will fight to win the world's curse. Blood spilled across the sky, just for one person. A long song of blood, who should I sing it with? What does the common people have to do with me? The setting sun is bleeding to support the Supreme Being. Dreams are the most nihilistic loneliness. Even if your heart is full of desolation, you can still talk to someone. Love is the most beautiful shackles, which breaks the mountains and rivers and imprisons you and me. Tears are the sweetest wine, they make you drunk and break me. Laughter is the saddest result, telling us that the past has been wasted. Blood, dyed red by despair, flows in the middle of the night, and the tinkling sound is like a swaying necklace. Drunk, I sang a song loudly, the love and sorrow have been remembered forever, but I will remain lonely for eternity. This is a story that takes place on an imaginary continent called "Cangyi". As for the system and customs of the entire continent, it still needs to be studied. If you have good suggestions, you are welcome. In addition, this is a huge idea, and it is initially positioned as , I hope you all will support me!