Holding this fairy tale, which is becoming less and less like a fairy tale, I don't know who shed tears.
In war, we celebrate heroes.
However, how annoying it is. Once you become famous, your bones will wither. The price of glory is too heavy. The lights in the darkness are always trembling.
The most tragic thing is that the world is destroyed not with a bang, but with a whimper.
There are no winners on either side of the war.
Every time someone he cherishes around him passes away, Phoenix's tears fall, but they cannot be cured.
Conception:
Haiyan, you were rescued [so happy]