Holy Ignorance

Autumn leaves fall, withered grass turns yellow, hundreds of years of war have broken out, and bones cover the city; Whether alive or dead, the children will not be seen on the green hills, but heroes will be everywhere. A quick glance at the rivers, lakes and temples reveals that there is a way but no way. Where is the way for the people? Where is the road under my feet? This is the story of a group of people, a story with no ending, and the beginning of another new story. Thousands of years of planning, generations of people sacrificing their lives, how can it be just for fame and fortune?