All the Wind and Smoke Are Clean - Fifteen Questions About the God of Pulling

The wind and smoke are all pure, life is endless We held each other's hands and watched the clouds roll and relax, waiting for the last moment to come. There is only waiting, a future without future, not a dream that will be disillusioned. I can only cherish you now, and I can only hold on to the last love. Fifteen stories carry all our dreams and disappear on the black emblem.