The night rain weaves the cold gauze of the city cage, and the solitary shadows in the alleys trace the sand.
The broken drum lures the soul through the mist, and takes a wrong step into the ghost's house.
To avoid misfortune, he stumbled into Xuanmen, and the ink jade scale shocked the souls of the guests.
The dazzling array of exotic goods are all old dreams, and a little ember is replaced by floating dust.
