The proud sword sings loudly, the young man on the windy and snowy road, the sky is full of flowers and rain, both good and evil smile.
The secrets are buried deep in the ground, covered with bones, and the longing for love is so painful that it is so close to the end of the world.
I thought that the relationship between love and hate was like an iron horse, but it was just one scene away, fireworks in a prosperous age.
Intention: The value of life is not in its length, but in whether it blooms or not
