evening tide

things look phantasic in this dimness of the dusk——the spires whose bases are lost in the dark and tree——tops like blots of ink. I shall wait for the morning and wake up to see the city in the light.

这是很久以前写的一篇关于伏殿的同人，在贴吧里有贴过，现在干脆贴上来。

立意: