By this time, the world had turned blood-red in my eyes.

And in the red world, there are many willow trees fluttering.

This is what this world is, this is what belongs to this world!

When I looked at the blood-colored world, I only felt a burst of horror, and even more so a burst of nausea.

Because the breath is too oppressive, the living ......

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