Will the sea die? Will the mountain die? Will love die? Will the heart die? After watching Tanaka's version of "Wolf with Belt", this song slowly emerges in my mind. When you think that things that last forever are shattered in front of you, perhaps the easiest thing to sigh is that there is something in this world that will not die. The scabbard river is rushing, the mountains and rivers are flowing, and the sword is constantly killing people. He is constantly facing being killed, but how did it all start? Worship a knife is an excellent "error", that is, the kind of person who cuts off the last knife during abdominal incision, similar to the role of Cai Fu, the iron arm breast in Water Margin. Such people pay attention to cutting with one knife, approving big ones and guiding big ones, because of its course, cutting is also. Such as the spring breeze over the shoulder, as the saying goes, give a good time. But those who give others pleasure, after all, need others to give them their own pleasure. Worship a knife, fame is given by a knife, and so is being killed. There are people who want to learn from each other, and the trouble is coming, because there is not only one worshipper in the world. There are at least yagyu in the world. Speaking of which, no matter what samurai or ronin, the Yagyu family will always be the top of the white clouds in the whole era of running with knives. But there is still mud under the white clouds. Where there is mud, there may not be white clouds, but there must be garbage. Therefore, Liu Sheng on the table is always white, while Li Liusheng is depressed and shuttles between one night and another. Therefore, Li Liusheng's wrinkles are getting deeper and deeper, and his mouth is getting deeper and deeper. So "it's hard to be blindsided by a knife", and there are wives, right? They are all blindsided, and none of them can be less. Worship a knife can cut down the moon, but the moon never shines on him alone, so his wife who was once pregnant once again languishes in front of him, and her once full hot flashes chest expands more and more, swelling and bleeding, expanding into an abyss that will never rise and fall again. So what if worshipping a knife makes the world tremble? He can't protect his favorite woman. What if the assassin falls in front of him like a pile of firewood? He can't protect the woman he loves most. His wife was killed, so he began to wander around the world. What about his son? A baby son may only cry and become a burden in front of the enemy, so since he can't protect his wife, destroy his son himself. At least it is self-destruction, at least it can give your children a pain, but can it only be destruction? The person who can cut off the moon has changed to howl at the moon, and wants to spread this howl to the hell, right? The land of the dead, the road of the underworld, take your wife's resentment and your son's smile on the road? It's hard, it's really hard, but this man is begging for a knife. There is not only one worshipper and one knife in the world, but also an yagyu hall. Yagyu's family is a role model for samurai, and the role model is naturally aboveboard and dignified. But under the day is the night, and Li Liusheng is such a group of people who draw their swords against the wind in the night. The world's right and wrong only lies in whether the knife can be cut down, but this time they met a knife. Lie Tang kept saying: only I can overcome a knife. But his comrades, compatriots, and even his daughter all fell in front of him, and he only muttered: Only I can beat the knife. Magnificent and dignified, this time I looked at him quietly with a knife: Lietang, is this fate? It is not the fate of knives and knives, but the fate of real warriors and fake warriors meeting. Yagyu has no distinction between appearance and appearance, so fierce hall is no different. When the river runs, when two men fall, when the sunset is as yellow as the moon, what dies and what continues to run rampant all over the world? The drama Blade is more like his subtitle: そのさきに (in that little hand). No matter whether you worship a knife or a fierce church, you get the meaning of life in this weakest little hand: support, persistence and waiting. The biggest similarity between worshipping a knife and Lietang is that as long as you feel right, you can stick to it. They all don't believe in those in power, and they all believe in the knives in their hands: when they meet God, they kill God, and when they meet Buddha, they cut Buddha. Those who fall by the sword are not worthy of pity, because their heads are just for storage. Worship a knife was originally beyond the whirlpool of various powers, but the so-called tree wants to be quiet and the wind will not stop. Is it that everyone in the world is convinced that Yagyu dominates the world? If the Yagyu family doesn't kill him, he will be forced to change from a domestic animal to a beast. Sooner or later, someone will tell him that if the knife doesn't kill him, he will rust. And the hall of Liu Sheng Lie doesn't care about Liu Sheng at all: Who allowed you to swagger on the court? In fact, he ignored the nature of the samurai, what sunset, what water potential, what threw someone else's son out and forced him to lose his knife. There is no shouting and prancing between the courthouses, no spears and long knives, but the hard work is not a word that can be said in one word. Liliutang is an atomic bomb in Wailiutang's hand, but it is only an atomic bomb. Isn't it necessary for people to amend the constitution before it can be used reasonably? But Masagoro let them know that there are other things in this world. With him, the blood of his wife is not cement, and the bones of his daughter are different from dry wood. Life is meaningful only after it lasts, just like even if a wave disappears, a new wave is a new wave after all, even if it disappears again in an instant. Only through this radish head did two men as high as mountains know that the world was originally more than just going from one mountain to another. Handle music Japanese music is really a boneless hand. You seem to feel a little touched, but you have a kind of closeness that gushes from your heart. You want to hold this hand, but it is covered with blood. And this blood has become a cherry blossom, a snowy mountain, and a vision that you can never forget. You can't live without this hand, and it's good to be with it. For example, worshipping a knife and seeing his wife suddenly die in front of him changed from a general's knife to a general's knife. For example, nakadai tatsuya saw his daughter die slowly in his arms. For example, worshiping a knife and his son said to the waves that they might not all understand themselves. For example, nakadai tatsuya tried to blow out the shakuhachi that reminded everyone of all memories under a hat. In the morning after the empty mirror worships a knife to deliver a baby girl, the morning light pierces at the top of the ruined temple full of shura images, but how soft the sharpness is. The integration of Tamura and nakadai tatsuya turned this film voltage into a stage play on a larger stage. Every movement is so slow that you have enough time to think, get some air, and, well, maybe go to the toilet. Tamura's back can be so tall and straight, and Zhong Dai's eyes can be so sentimental. And the two men are so good at laughing, their corners of the mouth are full of scorn for life and numbness of success or failure. Their melancholy is that they persist blindly, and when they look back for a hundred years, they have to stand like a mountain, because the mountain has already died. Will the sea die? Will the mountain die? Will my favorite hometown and all the people leave this world? When I worship a knife and die together with Liu Shenglie Hall, it's just a simple sentence: They died together this morning. What do we see left in this world? There is also Masahiro, a small hand that was once held by the strongest hand in the world of good and evil. Then, some things will not die.