A story after turning around
A drop of vengeful blood hidden behind the wind and frost
A huge secret locked in a piece of Phoenix Blood Jade
Every inch of hate
A hint of warmth in the corners of the eyes
a starlight
a period of time
Also
to that person
What has never been said
a word
Looking at the deserted pines and cypresses, I feel depressed and full of love.
Let me tell you this story slowly.