When I stood under the night wind, it was not the cold air that blew through my long hair.
It is the passage of time that can never be recovered. As well as. A past that I can't look back on.
Looking down at the earth, all living beings are prostrate at my feet.
Looking up to the sky, the gods are in awe of my gaze.
What else can I get?
In the dark night, a ray of gold flashed, and what reflected in my eyes was your deep pupils.
Conception: