There is a vast expanse, I don't know if it is clouds or fog.
The wood monster twists its stiff limbs and sings: Today is like yesterday, yesterday is dead and the old is dead. It is like this every day, how can we get a new day?
A more wobbly figure slowly walked out of the fog. I don't know if it was because of the shaking itself or because of the contents of the cup in his hand.
The wood monster is full of energy. Brother Shui, where are you going? River. Is there a return date? Turtle rises. The wood monster has gained experience, can you go with me? For a while, don't follow.