The bright moon hanging high in the night sky is dyed red with blood. It is as cold as ice tonight, and the cold moon is not accompanied by cold stars. The biting cold wind blew up the hem of the black windbreaker, and the thin face was looming in the long hair flowing in the wind.
Tonight, blood shadow and sword light! Blood debt must be paid with blood!
I smooth the hair out of my eyes, light a cigarette, and pay homage to my deceased relatives. Then I will let my enemies know what the real hell is...
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