As the end of the world comes, how many people are there??

The beauty is blood, the heroes' tears, a green bamboo, half a pillow, the red sleeves are shrouded in the desolation, and the vastness is suppressed by the yellow.

Filial piety and brotherhood remain, heroic souls are there, drums are beaten to the sky, footsteps are pedaling, silences are silences, silences are singular and silences to the lovers, and never forget a promise.

I can’t tell you all about the world and the worldly affairs, and I can’t see all the great liberation of life.

A purely rural flavor of the end of the world~~~
Chapter completed!