There is mist in the distance
Silence is the pavilion in the dark night
The devil's cloak is silent
Hiding countless bloodless butterflies
"I'm fascinated by how you look."
The fishy smell dissipates from the lips
Wings as pale as the cool moon
Flying away
Suddenly I forgot about the scars
As bright as that year, under the peach, I never caught the belt
It was after reading Goethe's "The Devil" that I suddenly came up with the idea and hoped that this story could continue.