The stars in the sky are turning, and the curtains in the world are hanging down. Liang Sheng's pillow is stained with tears. I got up and took off my clothes and asked how the night was going.
The green lotus pods are small, and the gold-pinned lotus roots are sparse at night. Old weather and old clothes. Only the feelings are not the same as those of the old home.
The wind chimes of the White Tower rang, and Tieye Qixi dispersed. The mountains of creation, the islands of the galaxy, the traceability of nothingness, the flowing time. Let us follow Lusha and reveal the rotation of the galaxy, the first prayer guild of Philna.
Intention: Courage without breaking or establishing