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You said you could spend your whole life to buy my peace for the rest of my life, but in the end you and I still embarked on the road of no return. I remember the day when the sky was full of snow, and the white on the ground was dyed bright red by the sword in your hand. The flames of war filled the entire capital, and countless desolate wails could be heard in my ears. I stood on the bones and looked at the mask of pain. I can't remember how ridiculous and cheap my begging was that day. Witnessing with my own eyes that you took away all my close relatives from me, it was ridiculous that I was still a chess piece in your hands, trapped in it, and I didn't know it for a long time. The wind and snow that day were so bitingly cold, but through the cold armor, I couldn't feel it at all. The wind blows the scattered long hair, and the strands stick tightly to the face. Cold fingertips slowly caressed those eyes full of vicissitudes of life. Carefully wipe off the blood on his hands, gently twitch the five fingers clenched into a fist, and turn to hold the long sword under his hand. He brushed away the tears from his eyes with his hand, stood up again, and looked indifferently at the figures coming one after another. "After all, we still have to fight this last battle..." Looking up to the sky and roaring, with strong feelings, he will always be integrated with the land behind him.