Flashing in my memory are those blue eyes like the blue sea and blue sky, that scarred but incomparably determined face, that heroic feeling and that brave heart, the epic and magnificent wilderness of Scotland, picturesque. As magnificent as the battle was, for the father and brother who fought, the sobbing bagpipes played the dirge of sadness and redemption. On the beautiful field surrounded by mountains, the horseshoes of lovers startled the white birds, watching from the top of the mountain. The strong wind blows, the clouds and shadows move quickly between the canyons and the plains, the light and shadow alternate, changing rapidly, the stars on the hills are bright, and the horns sound. Tears filled our eyes again, our souls met again, and the story of William was passed down from generation to generation. The grandfather told his grandson, the grandson remembered him, and the grandson told his grandson, and he remembered it.
Hundreds of years later, a young man named People swears on the other side of the ocean: "Be free or die." It is undoubtedly the best portrayal of your life, and Prime Minister Churchill also mentioned you in his national speech during World War II, seeing you as the embodiment of the national spirit. The dense years guide Adam's children to freedom. Your head hangs high above the city wall and will not be lowered. It may be a disgrace to those around you, but in the eyes of your people, it is clear it is the highest form of praise, that your body is one with the land of Scotland, and will never be separated again.
In my kingdom, there is a myth: a giant named Kuafu, who wanted to chase the sun, ran in the direction of the sun, drank all the rivers, seas, and lakes, and finally died of thirst while chasing. A miracle happened at that moment. Rashi, I tell you this story, and my own country is also full of such heroic feelings. From ancient times to the present, I dedicate him to your altar because this world is in turmoil. Injustice and violence have not subsided, war is spreading everywhere, and the shadow of death comes from time to time, but people have not given up resistance and fighting, because there is a belief in this world that supports them. That is the "freedom" you shouted before you generously went to the "disaster".Dear William, we are so far apart in time and space, but we are so close in the soul. If I can, I will visit that beautiful country that you have defended all your life and those people who are bound by your blood and will never cease to exist. I want to see the window you saw before your crucifixion at Westminster Abbey. I want to linger in the square where you stopped when you died. I want to put a bunch of thistles in front of your monument. Pure love and magnificent battle. You've all been there, and you're probably walking through heaven arm in arm with Ellen right now.
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