Spiritual Patterns, Xiang Dao

The long awn is hidden in the dark west of the moon, and the floating embers are still low in the tide. The shadows of flowers in the mirror are broken, and the emperor is obscured by the darkness. The light in Jujin's sky is not clear, and it is difficult to adjust the harmonious rate to live forever at night. There is no basis for tracing the flash, only the stillness shines, and the dark tide swallows the universe and the cries of thousands of stars.