Gojo Kazawa and Yukimura Seiichi met on that night with white moon and clear wind.
The moon is not full today
The girl in the white dress sat boredly on the railing on the rooftop of the hospital
The huge snow-white wings are slightly bent, as if they want to wrap their master in their arms
The moonlight is cold today
Her long golden hair tied around her waist was coated with a layer of silver powder
Intention: No one knows what the Son of God was thinking that night
