Power | 洪流


The wheels of the train roared and the weeds groaned. The red geometric shapes lingered in the steel. It swept every corner like a cold wind, and who could foresee its footsteps?

火车铁轮轰鸣，野草呻吟。猩红的几何图形在钢铁中徘徊。如一阵冷风扫遍各地，其脚踪何人可曾预见？