*Qingshuiwen (don't read if you mind)
Unruly, cold outside, hot inside, × abstinence, black belly, green tea, affectionate attack
He is his anger and his thoughts for half his life.
It's a pity that the hero in the darkness died just before dawn.
And the hero praised by everyone has also faded into memories.
"Perhaps, some people really talk about memories longer than love."
Intention: How can people in darkness fear death? They sing with blood, fearless even if the blood flows into a river, cutting through the clamor of the world. Who says that people who are stuck in the mud cannot be heroes?