Looking at the place where the rain has stopped and the clouds have broken down, I quietly watch the autumn light.
Thinking of the two swallows, it is difficult to rely on distant faith, pointing to the dusk sky and empty consciousness to return home.
Looking at each other sadly. In the sound of broken Hong, the setting sun rises.
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Okay, the copy is just an excerpt of a poem. Hide your face. This is actually a complaint. Don't hit me.
I almost have no love for the Grim Reaper character, but there are too many flaws, so I made a special pit to complain about it.
If you can't find the male protagonist at the end of the writing, just GL (Hey!