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lit. the eagle believes in the sky (idiom); fig. sincerity in the face of superior strength
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Categories: immortal chivalry
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Article Introduction: Every hero is a prodigal son, prodigal son without roots, their people floating, their hearts are floating, the world is big, everywhere is home, and around no home, can be in the wine after singing and grinding the sword, dreaming of quick revenge, love and righteousness of thousands of kilograms of shoulders, fame and fortune, dung feet step on. "I run, God traveling thousands of miles of people in the world, it is difficult to avoid right and wrong; I cut, righteousness and two difficult to break, do not know how to make choices; I am obsessed with, I only know the life of the sword chivalry, in the end to go to the empty sadness, the thought of difficult to look back; I am cold, the world sucked up all the light of my thousand points; I pale, the state of affairs, so that I have black hair into a white face; I am hidden, the world's enmity and hatred are all hazy, all with the wind and scattered, and landed in a free; This is the song of the prodigal son, the voice of the prodigal son, they sing this sad song, come in a hurry, go quietly, only a depressed figure left in the world.