To the readers:

This original was written in Chinese.

I'm not the native English speaker and also not pretty good at English....

Thus plz let me to translate my original by machine...

And... I will try my best to fix the deflection away from the authentic meanings.

Please feel free to point out my mistakes.

Thanks.

From the book's author.

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Prologue King, I would sing for you

White snow drifted down, in the dusk.

Holy Goddess, with what wounds shall I sing praise to you.

Starfire flickers under the petals and falls convulsively to the ground.

Then,

The gods fell, the earth's mantle crumbled, and inflammatory melt gushed out.

The evening sun burned and

Doom cannot be escaped.

I held the fire of my old king high and alone in the land of the king.

The insects wriggled under my feet, and they wanted to swallow the embers of the fire.

My belly was invaded by them, my gut was torn by them, and they crawled all over my skin and stabbed me in the eyes.

History was tamed by them, but the land of the king would always be remembered.

The King made the land to be measured here, and the fallen petals became one with the clay.

Seeing the evening sun reflecting on the land, sorrow and sin scattered along the river.

The evening sun was full of great fire, scorching smell and decay.

It was endless.

The night makes the fires stronger and the sky hotter.

Heads fell.

Bells rang out,

Wandering king, I would sing for you.