The girl on the grassland, the horse galloping in the water town, the bright moon reflected in the dream, how can it be described in a few words?
The wind and sand in Mobei are blowing violently, but it is difficult to overcome the fragrance of thoughts that are swirling around the fingers. The times are rushed by the rolling blood and dyed red makeup, but there are always people who smear it and leave three points of white space.
