Hang in there, my boy.
Chapter two hundred and ninety Candle Ji
My name …
How many cycles of the sun and the moon have made me forget my name for a long time
How many changes of mountains and rivers have made me forget my identity for a long time.
Remember my name …
Fa knows who he is …
I live in obscurity and sink in illusion.
No one can tell me that I have my own identity and no one can tell me my own story.
Is to leave me alone in this cold world? Is it to leave me alone? It’s full of death and degeneration.
I completely conform to the darkness before me, and I completely forget my past.
Memories are no longer remembered by me, and my story is gradually forgotten by me
In addition to the darkness in front of my eyes, the iris that keeps wandering is cold
In my heart, in addition to this endless reluctance, there is a constant wandering in my heart.
When the white snow in Galand Mountain is flushed with bright red robes, when the holy land at the top of the snowy mountain is slaughtered by the enemy in front of me, when I witnessed the destruction of my home in the morning and evening, when I witnessed the fall of my dear family in front of me.
When I lose my voice because of fear, my crying is no longer loud. When I lose my courage because of fear, I am no longer strong. When I finally become weak, this snowy mountain becomes the coward who is most spurned by myself.
I hate myself at this moment!
When my hands are stained with the blood of my relatives, when my heart is full of pain, when my eyes can see the cruel face before me, when my own life will end with such an imperfect ending.
When i met you.
You let me kill these enemies who destroyed my hometown, and you let me personally put out the flames that burned my hometown
When I watched the last enemy fall on his own feet, when I looked at the ruins that had already turned to blood, when I no longer had hope for the future, you still gave me the belief of persisting in living and living.
You made me regain the courage I lost.
You made me regain the faith I gave up.
You gave me a new name, a new identity and a new future.
But also you gave me a new story of my own.
My name …
Called Zhu Ji
That’s my name since I was willing to turn the sword in your hand into the spirit in your palm.
Candle girl!
Candles burn the sky, evil candles kill people.
Let hope be as strong as candlelight and faith as indestructible as candlelight.
How many cycles of the sun and the moon have made me forget my name for a long time
How many changes of mountains and rivers have made me forget my identity for a long time.
How many times I’ve been tottering, I’ve already been integrated with the sword.
How many days and nights have made me a witness to the world of mortals
How many times have I forgotten my name and lost my identity?
Now it’s you who woke me up again, who saved me from the darkness in front of me again, and now it’s my turn to save you.
Son, I would like to be the sword in your hand, I would like to be the sword in your heart, and I would like to be the sword in your witness to the world of mortals.
Remember my name, kid.
I’m a candle lady, and I’m the source of your hatred.
Since then, there has never been a candle lady, and since then, future generations will remember your name.
Weichi coloured glaze …
How many cycles of the sun and the moon, how many changes of mountains and rivers, how many stormy days and nights, finally, today, the sword is finally drawn and Lingwu finally recognizes the Lord.