Whispers are flying on the street tents, and I don't know when the three worlds of the world will stop. Demons, ghosts, and lust will cease.
It is destiny for oneself not to choose good faith, but to do evil and good deeds, the world must have its direction.
Although the candle is the light of the firefly, the proud moon competes with it, and the laughing candle is already in conversation.
Elegant, demonic and literary, his love spans the five rivers. Those who are happy hear about ghosts, those who are happy are talking about demons, those who are sad are seeking the way, and those who are angry are looking for immortals.
Things are internalized, virtuality is not ethereal, reality is not real representation, virtuality and reality, dreaming or waking, cannot be understood without going through it twice.
The wind whistles outside the cold window of Lantai,
The case is full of strangeness since the monologue;
Knowing clearly that talent is not a treasure for immediate use,
I have to write down a few good ones.