Blood Red Crown

He, frozen for a lifetime, came from ancient times. I have cut off the old road, and I will gather the wind and clouds to embark on a heroic journey. He, smiling proudly in the world, sighs about who is in charge of ups and downs. Bloody and bruised, he fights a hundred battles without picking up the blade, and he was born with eyes as bright as those of others. He is uninhibited and indulgent, fighting against the world. A passionate heroic dream, cutting through the sky with one sword. I am marching on the road to heaven and walking in the world. This heart cuts off the destiny of heaven. I will walk alone for eternity. If heaven is unfair, I will break this heaven and leave peace to the world. Spend the blood of one hundred thousand heads to rebuild the way of heaven and reincarnation. The road of life and death is split with both hands, and the crown is like a blood-soaked soul without regrets. A bloody crown, a life stained with blood.