Three-thirds of the leaves have not yet fallen, and only one-tenth of the autumn air has penetrated people's hearts. She was born before dawn, with only a bright moon hanging high in her heart. She was born just in time for the tree to fall, and her heart is naturally clear. Maybe it's redemption, or maybe it's just the abyss.
Reader comments
The description is relatively delicate, and although the conceptual details are rather old-fashioned, other aspects of character creation are also okay.
The description is relatively delicate, and although the conceptual details are rather old-fashioned, other aspects of character creation are also okay.