The hooked frosty moon stirred up the curtain of deathly silence. Autumn is falling, and the cold wind blows at my injured heart. -------------------
Pure and demure. Everything is still being updated. Everything in the world is charming. Mountain lilies and lavender are still teasing each other there, and the howling cold wind quickly destroys all the beauty. 'Nothing is gone------------Nothing is gone' These words in the valley have been echoing, echoing.
Conception: