The past is like the scenery in front of you, with ravines and devastation everywhere. Even the ruins in the memory are like yellow sand in your hands, pinched in the palm of your hand and then leaking out between your fingers.
The setting sun was like blood. As the two looked at each other, a distant beacon started again, and the wolf smoke soaring into the sky melted into the bright red sky. The man looked away from her, looked back at the sky, and smiled faintly: "In troubled times, you must cherish it."
Meeting, parting, meeting again, parting again... She has been wandering around in gatherings and separations.
Turning around and walking away, the woman gradually drifted away, her shadow long and lonely under the setting sun. The west wind from the frontier fortress stirred up gauze like ink blue silk, and slapped it on her world-famous face. The sand is rolling in and the loess is flying, making it hard to see where the road under your feet will lead.
Lin woke up again from the invading nightmare, dripping with cold sweat, and he dreamed of her falling in a pool of blood on the border of Changning;
In the Nine Layers Palace, is Feiyu looking at the same deep night sky with you?
Under Sirius, the cold light of the scimitar swayed beside the green tomb - "When I put it down, it will be the time to fulfill my promise. At that time, Salo will leave this vast land to pursue her footsteps!"