Legend has it that a pavilion was taken over by a group of people.
They draw their own territory,
within the field,
They are leisurely and contented,
Remember not to hurt any of them,
You will regret it for the rest of your life
Because they will reveal another mysterious side,
They will stretch out their sharp claws hidden under the surface of gentleness,
Throw away your kind and amiable face,
His dashing grace will step on the enemy's back,
It was a bloodthirsty smile.