Crow feathers are covered with frost, and everything in the world is hidden from view.
It knows the power of temples, the poverty of mountains and plains, the bitterness of parting, the warmth of a bowl of hot soup, and the fireworks of an evening lamp.
People in the world avoid disasters, but they don't know that this crow has seen countless unknown tendernesses. Traveling between the realms of yin and yang, roaming the streets and countryside, observing the sufferings of all sentient beings with a cold eye, retaining the warmth and fireworks of the world in my heart, in the boundless loneliness, I only miss the gentleness of the world.
Concept: Country Fantasy