People who were born to save the country couldn't help but laugh at themselves: "It's a pity that I can't do it."
A burst of warmth rippled in my ears, and the journey of tears was long. The appearance of the person in front of me became more and more complicated. The black hair covered the cheeks. Deep in the eyelids, there was distress, attachment, or perseverance.
On a dark and windy night, there are moans at the bottom of the branches and leaves, flowers blooming with blood, and a long sword with a strange silver light.
Life or death is uncertain day or night, but the family and country stand proudly. Behind the cold shadow, it's you and me.
Yayoji held Xierlian's cold fingertips tightly, watching the four seasons of the world flash between her brows, and put his arms around her thin shoulders.
Saving the country is awe-inspiring. Even if I die, you and I can watch the red sunrise and appreciate the bright moonlight.
When the rain falls, the sound resounds throughout the world; when the feathers fall, the mountains and rivers still remain.
When I die, you live; when I live, you die.
Going around and around, it is still a perfect circle, and no one can get out of it.
Ayoj × Sherlian Master and Servant HE
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Intention: When the flowers fade and the flowers bloom, I feel solemn and solemn; when the moon is full and the moon is waning, it is still peaceful; when the sun rises and sets, everything is lush.