The lights of thousands of houses and the prosperity and peace that you see are all grinding the flesh and blood of my relatives. I have resented and been afraid, but in the end I could not break free and could not let go for the rest of my life. This was not a shackle that I was willing to wear. There is always a shadow of a sword behind my glamorous talk.
How can I make a boat in the endless sea of suffering? The books are soaked in and rotten like mud.
I'm not good at thinking and writing about regrets, but this spring the mountains are green,
A sad song suddenly started playing in the middle of the night, and I was surprised to find Ling Han entering the border town.
You will not waste time alone.
Intention: When will it be time to retaliate against wrongs?