It is said that he defies heaven, that the universe is turbulent, and that murderous intentions are hidden.
Well, he ran away, he hid, he turned into a white fox.
It's not that he's afraid of being chased one after another, but that he doesn't want his hands to be really stained with blood.
She sat sideways on a tree branch in the dark night, looking at him from a distance,
The glance when we looked back lit up each other's smiles, but we never expected that
From then on, unexpectedly. . . So lonely.
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