The dark blue sky is shining with strange light.
The sprawling ancient vines covered the city walls.
City bricks struggled to breathe in the dense vines.
Our souls are nestled in the underworld.
Tears pierced the silence of the night.
The perfect arc is flying in the dew.
Listen to the desolation of the four fields
Chewing the biting shade
In the deepest part of the vastness
The exotic spirit finally called me.
silver bell
The shrill voice fell in the corner of the night.
Look forward to my reply
Purple butterflies smell the air in the bushes.
I know your sad face has been staring helplessly.
My cold hand clutched my attachment tightly.
Tears fell again and stayed.
The bell gradually became clear.
Purple butterflies are dancing around us.
There is no escape from this ultimate fate.
The call of a foreign country took away all my memories.
Night is coming.
Dawn is coming.
But everything seems to come too late.