Outside the community, misty mist pours into the forest,
It was so quiet that one could only hear the dew falling from the leaves and forming small pools.
In the desolation, I found a gentle sheep,
Telling in the eyes that stare, stare,
As we get closer, we find that the reflection behind the buried stones is
The goat's back appears,
Overhead came the cry of crows,
Purity and devil confront each other,
Faced with a pair of devil's eyes.
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