God created the world and everything began to exist
The raging flames killed three thousand crows
Where the clouds linger, who sings loudly every night?
Who whispers in a low voice among the blue-falling underworld, whose fingertips are wet with tears?
Tangled in desire, it's no wonder that nothing in this world can ascend
The glazed light blooms and the road is paved
if you want
Let's embark on this endless road
Dear guest
welcome