Watching the Setting Sun

The world is in chaos, wars are raging, and the old order has long since collapsed. The knight's oath has become a lie, the glory is just a cloak to hide shame, and the power of the nobles is stained with blood and greed. The flags of the dynasty were constantly changing in the blood and fire, the carriages and horses of the nobles ran over the corpses of the refugees, the wounded soldiers struggled to survive after the war, the refugees were displaced in the flames of war, and the entire land was shrouded in endless darkness and suffering. He is a prisoner abandoned by time, cursed with eternal life. A hundred years ago, I was full of enthusiasm and tried to single-handedly turn the troubled world into decline, but after many struggles, it was in vain. He saw that the flames of war never subsided, and all his efforts could not defeat the vagaries of the world. He only got the endless pain of watching his beloved leave, witnessing the collapse of the city, and the collapse of the dynasty. The vicissitudes of life have blunted his edge, but despair has never made him numb. Now he no longer attempts to reverse this dilapidated and troubled world, he does not pursue achievements, does not love power, and looks on coldly at the decaying world. Over the long years, he has been a silent and firm guardian, guarding the obsession and glimmer of light in this life. He is willing to be a silent passer-by in troubled times. In the endless eternity, he protects the fleeting warmth around him, protects his few companions, and keeps the small warmth - sharing a hot meal with his companions, drinking a bowl of strong wine together, and keeping each other warm in the cold night.