他从未想过自己有一天会哭得如此痛彻心扉,他所有的回忆都化作了虚无。以后的日子,他只能望着天上那皎白的月光,想起一把刀,一个人。小城,满月。孤轮离开街巷尽头的酒馆,踏着坚毅的步伐扬长而去,月光静静地照在他出鞘的刀锋上,温柔又决绝。就这样,一路向西,洒下一道长长的痕迹。今日午时,他接到一个重要的任务。对于一个杀手而言,每一个任务都是重要的。他要去刺杀一个女人。杀手的目标是不分男人和女人的,就算对付一个耄耋之年的老人或是不谙世事的孩童, He never thought he would one day cry so deeply into his heart, all his memories turned into nothingness. In the days to come, he could only look at the bright moonlight in the sky, remembering a knife and a man. Small town, full moon. A lone wheel left the street at the end of the tavern, walking in the perseverance step away, the moonlight quietly shone on his blade sheath, gentle and decisive. In this way, all the way west, shed a long trail. Today afternoon, he received an important task. For a killer, each task is important. He wants to assassinate a woman. The killer’s goal is regardless of men and women, even if dealing with a staggering year old or inexperienced children,