Peace Sutra: a Song of Blood and Fire

It snowed in the middle of the night in this town, and the barbarian came to the door and the world was low. The brothers are orphaned, their lamps are broken and their hearts are broken, and the old dream of Anyang cannot be mentioned. After saying goodbye to the wind and dust, we are building roads, and we are asking about the cold stream with spears and daggers. Mountains and rivers are poisonous, and people's hearts are like frost. Who can remember the children's clothes in those days? If you make a promise to return to your homeland with a deep heart, you will never return to the west if you enter the abyss again. I am dust and mud, and now I am willing to cast an inch of blood into a copper embankment. After the first battle, Chang Shunyi was not returned to Changshunyi, and thousands of troops rolled up the cold flags. What's the point of fame? Life and death don't matter. I just want this place to be a place for people to live. A body made of iron and a heart of elixir, eternal scriptures comfort Guili. We share joys and sorrows, share joys and sorrows, and put pen to paper to calm down chaos.