[Slippery] Perilla

The crumbling footsteps, the swaying lights, and the sadness spreading under your feet cannot be concealed. Raise your sword and cut continuously. Go to sleep. Streaming light, music, bright moon, swaying tree shadows. The whirling dance poses, inexplicable hints. The gauze of time peels off layer by layer, and the tear stains have dried. "Let's get started. Where does the shaking ringtone go? The overlapping shadows of enchantment. "The winner is king."