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Blood-red dreams are shattered along whose fingers, broken hopes are pieced together by cold reality into confusion and stifles whose passion, the dawn of justice is fading along whose eyes, the fading joy is crushed into pain by dignified sorrow and tears apart whose piety, the idea of forgiveness is sinking along whose soul, and the sinking mercy is numb by material greed and forgets whose awakening.

Dreams have been shining in the distant sky but cannot be touched quietly, justice has been burning in a boiling throat but cannot speak for freedom, forgiveness has been sprouting on the edge of reason but cannot find the answer to love, everything is measured by the combination of matter and form, there are no tears of laughter and no mocking applause there.

The flame of dawn smeared the blood of war, buried unfamiliar faces in the smoke and dust of the loess, the contest of power tore apart the broken dreams, the hazy stars and moon covered a layer of faint sorrow, the field of hope blocked the hustle and bustle of the market, left the dull eyes in the trajectory of the long river, the prosperity of material supported the lonely soul, and the tilted back was stained with a trace of bitterness, the belief of moderation circled the rules of nature, discarded the overflowing desires in the abyss of sin, and the depressed will weaved beautiful lies, adding a touch of cool atmosphere to the quiet rainy night。

Harmony and chaos are not all a kind of pain in the scar but restricts the soul to climb to the highest apex, joy and heaviness are not all a shadow in the memory but hinders the future to outline a beautiful picture, the righteous and evil are not all a chasm in consciousness but affect the light to embark on the path of happiness, everything that seems eternal is not as perfect as imagined, in the cycle of light and shadow, good and evil, the incompleteness always collides with balance.

The King of Light, Lan Xingye, decided to live in seclusion in the mountains after handing over the largest crystal ball fragment and the throne to the four monarchs, he wanted to live a paradise-like idyllic life away from the distractions of the world, the struggle for power did not see the brilliance of freedom but caused greater killing, the feeling of compassion did not influence the rotten soul but became a cowardly accomplice, all the original true and good things fell into the abyss of ignorance step by step in the ugly temptation, he could not feel the blood in the depths of his heart, and he could not taste the cruelty of the outside world, he remembered that his queen and princess died in the conspiracy of power changeNow he just wants to look at the blue in the sky and sleep peacefully in a lazy nap, no longer have to be immersed in the grief of his loved ones and feel the existence of happiness, nor do he have to fall into the killing of war and feel the progress of time......

Laziness crosses the desert of reason and annihilates the fiery passion in the torrent of bravery, sorrow cuts off the branches of friendliness and breeds the fury of vengeance in the flickering of neon, the wings of freedom are imprisoned and enslaved in the firmament of wisdom, the silk thread of greed that cuts the soul blows out the beacon of hope in the candlelight of faith, jealousy knocks out the love of fraternity and overturns the great wheel of redemption in the storm of mercy, vanity crushes the bridge pier of moderation and smashes the petals of trust in the shower of desire.

Tragedy the heart from the dark side of consciousness, negativity rises from the oppressive atmosphere and buries how much optimism, how many lonely souls burst out of the shadow of war, all the pain may just be wavering when life does not find a comfortable home, when joy pushes through the curtain of night and welcomes the light, all the pain will be part of the joy.

"Sovereign, you shouldn't choose to be passive and avoid the world, but should lead the free people to fight, they are all waiting for you to make a comeback?" Dugu Jian said calmly, holding his cheeks. "Brother Arrow, I'm old, let those warriors do the heavy task of restoring the country of light, I hate war, I just want to live a quiet and ordinary life. The King of Light sighed and said helplessly. "Do you just give up the people of the Kingdom of Light, you know that the four kings will not treat all the people well at all, and they have nothing but power in their eyes. Dugu Arrow stepped forward and said angrily.

"The four kings got the throne and got the biggest crystal ball fragment, I think they will change slowly, you should give them a little more chance. The Lord of Light squinted his eyes and said weakly. "They have done so much killing for power, can you see the warmth in their eyes, mercy and forgiveness are an insult to them," Dugu Arrow turned around and said angrily, "Since you want to be depressed like this, I don't want to bother, of course it is your freedom to choose seclusion, I better go back to my cabin and reunite with my family as soon as possible!"

The sweet dream was slammed to the ground by reality and cracked into a few golden flowers, the fragments of the golden flower hit the limits of conscience and turned into pitch-black ashes in the merciless struggle, the warmth was pushed forward by the noise and the grave of death burst into a few tears, the muddy water of tears churned the game of power in the calculation of the conspiracy condensed into a sad overture, peace was led into the abyss of sin by hatred and drowned a few souls, and the shadow of the soul enveloped the ambition of conquest turned into rancid bones in the silence of slavery.

The dream lost its appearance and could no longer find its original warmth, it forgot itself in the absurd reality and sank bravely, the warmth lost the appearance of warmth, and could no longer find the essence of happiness, it greeted death in the bloody battle, met the blood-red dawn, peace lost the outline of peace, and could no longer find a comfortable day, it was obsessed with freedom and enjoyed the pleasure of madness in the killing of war, all the light seemed to be covered with a thin layer of dust, no matter how it was wiped, it could not return to the pure river-like past。

The King of Light lies on the bed of the Burrow and makes two opposite assumptions: if I agree to Dugu Jian's request to continue to fight for the throne, it will inevitably cause more tragic killing, but then everything is for permanent peace, death and injury are always inevitable, if I hide in the mountains and never ask about the world again, I don't know if the four kings will give up fighting and live in harmony, I know that although I live like this, although I am comfortable, I always feel uneasy in conscience, freedom is what everyone yearns for, but how long can it last after all, I still can't make up my mind whether I choose to fight or choose seclusion, I can't be sure if their thoughts are the same as I expectedWhere am I going in a world of war and peace?