The moon is dark and the wind is high,
Since it is the best time to kill,
It is also the best environment for growth;
The bright moon hangs high,
Can blend in with other races,
It can also turn things around;
Made a decision,
We must persist to the end,
Otherwise, you will never recover.
The poems floating in the sacred spring water brought Aliza into deep thought. She had no idea that she was in a war. . . . . .