The young man in white clothes was indifferent to the mountains and rivers and the fierce battles. He only raised the life-and-death token in his hand high and remained calm.
But the vast white snow fell into his delicate brows, covering his chaotic eyes.
He saw the world clearly, but he could not see through himself.
In the past three years, I lost close friends, broke my arms, and left my hometown. I swallowed my blood and tears on my own, and I didn't dare to show any resentment, but I still couldn't get back any light and trust.
Those crushed hearts, the withered bones buried on the road, the stubborn wait that refuses to let go... Makes people unable to sleep or eat well.
Fight for a lifetime and never give up.
The clouds suddenly remain silent for a long time, and the lightning fills the air.
If my bones are bruised and my body is bruised, why should I be afraid if my way is there?
Intention: Accumulate and make progress