Whenever the moonlight is melancholy, I come out. A clean reef, an eternal silhouette. Illuminating the faint mist emitting from my body, I wave my fluorescent fish wings lightly and sing a long song. One tower condenses the clear chants of the essence of the sea and sky, the sun and the moon; the other tower contains the lament of the disillusionment of people and people in the vicissitudes of life. But there are always people who are obsessed with this ghostly song, so they are unable to return home, unable to return...
Um... We wouldn't mind!