Others become witches for glory and destiny,
Lenore becomes a witch, just to eat, drink and fish and lie down.
Hair as black as night, eyes as amber,
She is the least formal witch and the most sober passerby.
If you can evade the bill, you will never pay, if you can take advantage of it, you will never get involved, and if you can screw it up, you will never work hard.
Walking all the way, watching all the way,
I have seen obsession, I have seen regret, I have seen tenderness and cruelty.
His mouth is cold to the end, but his body is honestly soft-hearted.
This is a witch's journey with no end,
No passion, no salvation, only responsibility——
A little bit crumbly, a little sweet, a little bit overwhelming.
(Each article is a short story, you don't have to read it page by page, just pick and read at will)
