This world is like a huge corpse bed, cutting off hope and reality, light and darkness.
The four of them are like the four seasons in the world.
The wig is spring, warm and full of hope at dawn.
It's summer for a fool, and the light emanating from his body is as scorching and reckless as the midsummer sun.
The silver natural volume is autumn, depicting the world in a lofty and vast yet profound manner.
The prostitute is winter. People always see the cruelty of winter, but never realize its longing and loneliness.
Speaking of which, Takasugi is probably the loneliest one.
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