That year he taught him how to hold a sword, saying, "The sword has a sharp edge. If you hold it too sharply, your hands will be injured."
Later, he hated him to the core and wished he could be wiped out in ashes.
After talking about all the love and hate here, only a heavy snowfall silently annihilated the past.
From now on, the mountains and rivers are safe, you sit in the high hall, and I am alone in the grass.
Concept: In the end, we are all stuck in our place