Supernatural Events in D City

The trees by the stream are the objects of acacia. Tears are as desolate as winter snow. The sky is full of gauze, beside the flowing clouds, falling flowers are blooming, and the water is clear and full of fish. Light, light, light. On Huangquan Road, the ghosts go there, but people on the bridge are walking on foot. The dim light is bright, thousands of souls are guilty, the light body is in the flames, and the other side is the shore. Companion, companion, companion. . . .