The man was dressed in the color of snow and stood quietly in the sea of flowers.
Turn around slowly,
Thin lips slightly hooked,
Like a famous painting through the ages, it has accumulated over time and is slightly yellowed.
Eventually it turned into silent flying flowers all over the sky.
"Ji, this feeling is not a calamity."
Who smiled and touched whose eyes.
It seems that the divine general holding the umbrella was standing on the bank of the river on a moonlit night, suddenly looking back and smiling, a cold and unparalleled smile.
Like the demon with red eyes before, he saw the snowy color and slightly curled his lips. Dressed in black, with dark hair dancing lightly.
This is our fault, so let's face it together. Ji