At the age of seven, he stretched his bow and shot at the full moon. An arrow left the string, marking a lifetime of entanglements.
The white fur is stained with blood, whose warm hand under the red flowers creates a clear sky?
I feel guilty and will no longer hunt foxes; I don't hate it, I will never forget the warmth of that finger.
When we met again, our eyes met, and we finally knew we could no longer escape.
So, I accompany you into the temple, look at the dragon's face, and warm you from the cold in the high place;
So, let me fall into the mortal world, avoid the rivers and lakes, and watch the green, fat, red and thin with a cold eye.
The wind and clouds are surging and they can finally escape. When fate is approaching, can they avoid the pain of separation?
"I wish to be a human being in the next life and live and die together."
"Let's be a fox and play in your flowers together..."
I have no words to ask the sky, the words of love are branded, but with a smile.