The howling wind mixed with the frosty rain crystals, and the rushing torrent opened up the dark and green stars. Following the curtain and window frames, one can see the dappled eyes imprinted in the glass under the river. The train whistle whistled and whistled, and it crawled along the white and gradually green track.
"I'm afraid 'spring' has already killed me, Chida..."
The fur clothes on the side are wrapped around the lips and cheekbones, and the person wearing a velvet hat and turban is also tightly twisted.
"You came here to take refuge, young master, how could you be killed?"
The twilight shines brightly in the rosy clouds shrouded in ink and mist. At the foot of the mountain, the forest is covered with mist and mist, and the haze is layered with mist. At dawn, the color becomes more beautiful, and a neon light lies across the clouds, rivers, mountains and seas, as frequent as ripples in the extinguished candle orchids. In the evening mist, the delicate and elegant Yu Dai'e's moths are looking down at the screen mirror, and the blue waves in the sky are in my eyes...
"I never expected that my 'former residence' would look like this."
I cannot penetrate life, filth, depravity, numbness and everything else, and the "curse" imprisoned by memory and vulgarity will inevitably swallow up the fatality and supreme nature contained in it into the filthy air of hazy fate. Thinking about it many times has become a turbid current that clings to the face, turning into the deep paint stains on the wall of the lamp niche, carrying dreams, memories, self, and self-image, permeating the dream world with far and near... The original evil spirit makes one's body look ugly and despairing, like an evil obstacle.
"Everything about me is ethereal and thin..."
... Or maybe it is because I have been living in a cage of shame so far that I am so hungry in the hazy destiny.
Intention: Who am I?