Green Imagination, Nothingness That Cannot Be Lost

The night wind is cold and cold, and I am alone, and I feel the traces of love for a person thousands of miles away. A series of encounters with bone-stealing veins and broken-wings are not mine. Unless my hometown has been missing for a long time, every city is in dire straits. The eating habits destroy the meat and gain profit, and the white-winged friends also need to be burned. The whole city mourns for a morning of snow, and after the finale is played, spring comes again.