One of the Infinite Horrors: Dreaming About the Red Dust

In the memory, there are figures floating around, who are they? Who is unwilling to die, and who is struggling to survive. Who slays the soul with a sword in anger, and who skillfully draws the dancing line of death. Who wields a sword and smiles like an immortal, who draws a bow and asks for an arrow, and who still retains his charm with a shot. Whoever sticks to it for a thousand years will see the yellow sand rolling around when he looks back. The rivers and mountains in my eyes are empty and far away, and I hear that reincarnation has passed for many years. At that time, there was gunpowder smoke, then the smile, then the heaven-defying... If you ask for your love, you will get what you want; if you lock your heart, time and space will be chaotic. The clear flow is pure, and the fate is burned; the sword points to the long bow, and the dream of reincarnation is broken. "Why? Obviously you can choose everything forever..." "I don't know how far forever is. I only know that some people can't tell where it is, but they just can't forget it." Intention: