Standing in the dangerous building, the wind is blowing softly, looking at the spring sorrow, the sky is gloomy. In the lingering light of the grass-colored smoke, there is no word as to who would lean on the fence. I plan to get drunk with the madness, and sing to the wine, and the strong music is still tasteless. The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty.
An unscrupulous author: I have recently fallen in love with the coquettish and melancholic young master, so this article was born... The female protagonist is omnipotent, and those who have never seen The Condor, Demi-Gods and Horses are just floating clouds~ (The sun is incompetent, the week is vague, and the moon is certain.)