I'm looking for someone, you can find me just by smell
I shouldn't be guarding this, an empty city
Its empty heart almost caught me and even took root in me
I shouldn't have promised or indulged, it carved the word scar
Let it be a city without a master, it will be a waste of energy.
There are short stories, essays, and poems written by Mo Shi, which depict a silly Ami. The main torture.