Tears in the morning mirror the tide, tears mirror the tide in the evening.
The reverse shadow is like the illusion of Manzhushahua, which is always in the wrong place.
The flocculation is like a ghostly attack at dusk, entangled in the blood and bones.
The snow that sleeps day and night, struggling inch by inch, can't see your clouds and smoke.
——"Poison", if it doesn't make sense, it will become a dead soul.
——I would like to use the love of my life to turn into snow, my skin covered with robes, and no dusty shadow in the mirror.