Black tea
Inkist: pen, night
Tea maker: tasting, hurting
There is no need to feel sad when people leave and the tea is cold!
Shh~ listen!
He is shouting! She is crying! It's looking!
Their voices! Their eyes! Their hearts!
It's all empty, not a single piece is left.
Xuan Yue looks at the sky with empty eyes and sings songs of homesickness with a tongueless mouth
The dead! Kill him!