Iron Man

Crazy sand rolls over the lonely city, the setting sun is stained with blood, and the west wind blows fiercely. The iron clothes are like armor and the men are like iron, guarding the dangerous building alone, listening to all the conquests. I have been dreaming of separation for many times, my temples have been frosted, but my heart is still eager. Tigers and leopards are hidden in the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away, evil spirits are rampant, and the people are weeping with blood. If you want to imitate the foolish old man who has no great strength, you can draw a sword across your face and mend the cracks in the sky with just one hand!