Wizarding Stories

I don't have big dreams, I just look up at the night sky and the stars. There is no passionate desire, just sit by the river and listen to the music of the elves. The light of Dawn City, the direction of Cadeichia, The glory of Ice and Fire Island, the eternal sorrow. Despair and hope, the breeze still blows the blue hair, All living beings looked up and sighed softly at the final chapter of the prophecy——