When I look back, I will stay where I am, and my loyal bones will be buried in the yellow sand.
The love is constant, the intention is difficult to reach, and the green mountains remain with lingering thoughts.
"This road of revenge is destined to be filled with blood."
(Purely fictitious!!! Everything is for the sake of emotion, not an orthodox Machiavellian article. Please sort it out on your own, and bow to all the readers first.)
Intention: Love is to save others and to save oneself