Waiting to start over, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky. When the last bullet is used up, the boundary between life and death is no longer clear, and the cold iron cuts across the chest where the heart is buried; when blood and fire burn across the earth, right and wrong no longer have meaning, and the flames lick the soul that is dragging the body. Some people are blessed with fame and glory, but darkness and betrayal crush their pride; some people are crawling around in the swamp, struggling to crawl towards the light. Holding a gun to guard peace, silently protecting health; spreading blood across clouds and rivers, and burying bones in nameless mountains.
Purpose: Two-way healing