Spells and Flowers

You carry the witch bell through the fog of the River of Forgetfulness White collar covered with dew of the Warring States Period I wore a red cassock and waded through the cursed river The evil in the world is heavy on the sleeves The spiritual wind broke the curse wave You lower your eyes, I raise them The same guests who fell from the altar With just one glance, you can tell that you have been lonely for half your life It turns out that the strongest shackles It's never been about demons and curses It's the shell of "it should be" that fate has put on it ps: The full text has been saved This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.