On July 7th, in the Hall of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night.
I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground.
As time goes by, this hatred will last forever.
The first card of the opera house is attacked by VS the son of a foreign concubine
A little bit cruel, but overall it's still very warm.
First time writing, spray lightly
Intention: Go both ways