The prosperity of the world, the fallen flowers on the ground, the deep and shallow pain in the eyes, the halo of blood is blurred but there is a gorgeous colorful cloud.
That pale soul fell to the world, and another door of destiny rotated open. Let's see - what color will the snowweed flower under the moonlight finally bloom? ……(Drafted in 2007) --Sin-like drunkenness
Strong request for an update. Woo woo