Speaking of this life, I don't know how many springs, summers, autumns and winters I have gone through.
When I was young, my heart was too strong, and I once responded to a hundred calls, holding a long sword in my arms, accompanied by a skinny horse, and a caring lover. When you get older, you will find that some persistence is unnecessary.
Singing loudly for a while, everything will be empty when you wake up from the dream.
Occasionally, I wake up one morning and am surprised to find a trace of silver in my hair. I turn around and want to find someone to express my feelings to, but there is only the cool wind, rustling. (Sword 2 game)
Intention: Unintentional work.