The light path is bizarre and strange. Youth blooms and fear sings. The bloody campus, the eternal night sky. The shadow of the locust trees is whirling, and the red moon is hanging high. The bell rang four times, and hundreds of ghosts visited the garden; the bell rang seven times, and the mist fell into darkness. Silent classroom, blood-stained runway; real classroom, death examination room. Midnight patrols, nightmare raids; red meat and white bones, rancid food. Nuo-faced teacher, smiling classmate. Life and death are unpredictable, and it is difficult to distinguish between humans and ghosts. Cross rules, boundless high walls. My heart is free, who dares to stop me? The scorching red moon saves me from evil. The demons are dancing wildly, and I am crazy. The ghost in the mirror is the cause and effect of the past; the destiny of the world is the blessing of others. The thorns are bound, and the wing bones are broken. The world of mortals is vast, but I am the one who takes advantage of it. Underneath the innocence, human nature is inherently evil. Welcome to Ghost No. 4 Middle School.
Intention: Walking on the clouds and chasing stars at night, I am not frivolous, I am wasting my youth.