Kneel down and beg for the TF part of the Millennium Dream.
It's not the back anymore.
No more sadness.
No longer helpless.
It is no longer separation.
It's not home and country anymore.
It's not involuntary anymore
Suddenly, I felt relaxed, and finally I could smile calmly, remove the false cover, and let endless tears flow down my face for thousands of years.
Perhaps, I am wandering in the bleak cycle of this dream, enjoying this intrigue, understanding this situation that is difficult to distinguish between true and false, and feeling sorry for this situation of gathering, parting and life and death-
Just waiting for this moment, being with you at this moment.
"... between true and false, lingering, the evil of faith? The evil of unbelief ... May I ask why the word "love" was created, which only increased the weak water in the world by 3,000? Dare to ask why God created the word "hate", leaving only a broken heart in his stomach? ..... Everything in my life is always lost in his speculative hands; Raise a glass to the moon and sigh that life is so bleak? ..... Dare to ask the truth, since we have been born by hand, why should there be two things in the world, but we should know each other and not teach each other? ! ……"
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Perhaps, I am wandering in the bleak cycle of this dream, enjoying this intrigue, understanding this situation that is difficult to distinguish between true and false, and feeling sorry for this situation of gathering, parting and life and death-
Just waiting for this moment, being with you at this moment.
"You ... who are you? ! ……"
I just want to be a person. Be a friend who drinks with him, be a confidant who talks about the classics with him, and be a family member who grows old with him. But you can't.
I can only be alone. Be an opponent he met on the battlefield, an enemy who is at odds with him, and a stranger who has nothing to do with him. That's all.
Open the sword, throw a frost-
"As you can see."
Put on a smiling face, so the tears full of scars are the blood of the heart.
Touch your chest, its temperature is still where you are soaked with sweat.
Close your eyes, the mountain wind and water mist are filled with the smell of blood.
No regrets.
Take care of it.
Life and parting.
…………
Actually, I don't want to wake up So let me dream again. Only this time, don't be a country, don't be a home, and don't look at the irreversible ending of drifting away.
_ _ _ _ "Dream of the Millennium"
It seems to be inside, hehe
I also like TF very much. I like this one of Huang Da very much.