My own daughter sentenced me to death, and my memory before death was exposed

Novel Summary

Scarecrow standing in the wilderness
Blocking the endless view behind
The early autumn of the tenth year since he left home
I'm asking someone to hand over my will to you.
The fire that was lit never went out
But the watcher has gone
The national emblem on his hat looks like his name
"Please bury it with me in the tombstone"
Birds fly across the blank space of time
Like a long story waking up in the dust
His eyes were red with fire
Like a fire that shines into the abyss and never goes out
In the bustling crowd, he looked back

There are always millions of people throwing themselves into the flames of darkness
Behind the towering mountains and seas is the country
And someone who is sleeping in the grave without a name
The dim light from the window
On the night of New Year's Eve with brilliant fireworks
There are still people waiting for the travellers from afar
For whom do I keep peace every year?
The wind blows up the skirt of the flying snow
Resting on his silent shoulder
If my chest still has hot blood
No fear of the abyss before my eyes
Birds fly across the blank space of time
Like a long story waking up in the dust
His eyes were red with fire
Like a fire that shines into the abyss and never goes out
In the bustling crowd, he looked back
There are always millions of people throwing themselves into the flames of darkness
Behind the towering mountains and seas is the country
And someone who is sleeping in the grave without a name

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