The waning moon in the lonely night, one person with a sword, cuts through this night, the passage of time is like water, cutting off the cause and effect, as if there is a ray of starlight in the past, staring deeply, the light is untouched, disappearing without a trace, looking back with hands behind, the world is empty, the stars and rivers are rising, the long night is enlightened, the light dyes all things, shines all things, holds the hand, goes back, it will be the same in this life...
Concept: Extraordinary