Kyoto is a humid and rainy city. Most of the buildings, tiles, walls and beams are built with wood and stone. Mist always lingers in the mountains in the distance. The gorgeous silk brocade on the girl's body is always embroidered with cherry-colored flower bones and the dim yellow core of the toon flower. This ancient city makes people quiet, but it is also charming and nostalgic.
The boy, who was looking at the dark night sky in a pool of blood, thought about it, suddenly laughed happily, and then closed his eyes a little sleepily.
Wildfires are still burning the righteousness of this era, but those who believe in righteousness will eventually leave first, leaving only empty moral integrity in history, desolate and dusty, and the knife is rusty.
Intention: The wheels of the times have rolled over, leaving behind a line of history written by flesh and blood, taking away the burning heroic ambition of the young people.