Now, it is lonely and desolate, with a desolate and desolate rhyme. Zero, quiet and condensed; birch, empty and tight. The rain is falling, silently, by the bridge of Qiu Lake.
You are the only one who protects the coolness of late autumn. It is wild but has little charm.
Wuchen, zero seconds, birch withering...
The next day, leave him alone and don't let him fall.
Red pupils are an ominous thing, but they are also auspicious things. It has been here for thousands of years, and now it is the only one.
Zero, birch...