No Road Ahead

In the vast distance, the road is bumpy. I know that the road ahead is cut off. I sigh that this life is too short. How many heroes have turned into sand and how many red powders have finally become bones. With tears in my eyes, I can't go back. I raise my hands and ask the sky angrily, why is this happening? It's just thunder rolling down from the sky, hitting people with burnt heads and faces. There is only the breeze, Xiao Xiaoran.