"Drunk Dance in the World of Reds" Drunk in the world of mortals, the time is short, a little warm and cold, the winter is light, and the dust is quiet. The ever-changing situation cannot stop the flowers on the ruined walls from blooming as scheduled. In the face of such splendor, there is a tranquility. Put the fullness of your heart in this ordinary day like water, and keep the vicissitudes of this period of time with the gentleness of words. Let's listen to the wind singing, and have a good time with the quiet and beautiful flowers in the fleeting years of history. This string of red thoughts, across the cycle of seasons, looks at you silently in a place with a smile. Not stained with sadness, all the way to warm, facing the rising sun. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com