An old man once said that a name is an irresistible temptation for all goblins. The person who names him will be his master until he turns to ashes... Entangled... Until death...
Ye Shang
The wind leaves are rolling up thousands of sorrows, the rain is cool, the geese return without ripples, autumn is always coming, the reeds are leaning against the bank, the wind is strong, the flying catkins are flying, the red leaves are sinking into the pond, which makes me sad, the bamboo flute evokes the busy farming, and people sing when they return home.