I think of the beauty of the rock wall, flowers and thoughts.
I don't want to stop at the rock wall. I don't want to stop at the rock wall.
I'm afraid there will be no flowers.
Go, go, go, go, go.
The reason why we think the flowers on the cliff are beautiful.
That's because we will stop at the edge of the cliff.
Unlike those fearless flowers.
You can reach heaven in one step.
The white tower shaken by the white tower
Rolling the tower is a crime.
Light, light, world, penetration.
れるれるるるの Tower
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.
The tower of pure sin creaks …
Like light, it runs through the world.
The tower on the back, rickety …
Is it us or has the sky been falling?
out of luck
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.
I don't know what a wave is, what a wreck is and what a whale is.
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.
ぁぁたちはにされてぃる.
We are the fish in front of the waterfall, and we are the birds in the cage.
We are the wreckage of the waves, the skeleton, and the whales swallowed up by the surging forces in all directions.
We are bulls with five horns. We are fire-breathing monsters and crying children.
Ah, we are all poisoned ... moonlight.
Kingdom of Hollywood
Corruption is my friend.
The night is my servant.
The body of a crow is different from that of a crow.
What to do in front of the pavilion.
Decadence. That's my old friend.
The night is my servant.
Even if crows peck at my body.
I'm still waiting for you at the Elm Palace.
Whistling in the sky
Wang's drive, shadow, vibration and beheading.
Speak, speak, speak bones, speak flesh and blood.
Not easy to get into trouble.
Don't step into the other side alone.
The king is chasing, splitting shadows and being fragmented.
Armor rings, stepping on bones and eating flesh and blood.
When it crunches, my heart is breaking down.
Walk in alone, far away.
first
Strafford 1523.
Gorgeous silvery white, a waning moon, hangs above the spire of the East European Tower, sprinkling a few meters of bright and mysterious pale brilliance, which is colorful with the sleeping earth.
There are few stars on the moon. In the dark night curtain like velvet, the bright and elegant waning moon seems to be performing a complicated and quiet monologue, although her audience may be just cicadas singing hymns. These pious servants of the waning moon were plated with gorgeous silver by their master.
Located on the quiet and beautiful banks of the Avon River, the Warwickshire countryside seems so quiet at night.
. The breeze that gently brushed my cheek swept the unique moist earthy smell of the countryside and the freshness of wild flowers and weeds beside the fields. Moonlight, like water, is nothing, falling on this quiet and leisurely land.
The blue, cracked stone is lying on the ground, with a name scrawled on it, so simple that it is impossible to see who wrote it. The messy flowers and plants around fell sideways, as if they had just experienced some kind of disaster. There is a bleak smell in the cold wind. The broken branches and leaves extend to a villa not far away. It's big, but it can't be called luxury.
The blue-red wall tiles and the golden doorknob reflect the dazzling sunshine, all of which imply the noble life of the host here, but it is suffocating. Just because such a huge building turned out to be a dead silence, the crow stopped hoarsely on the white marble spire.
The air is full of moisture and fishy smell.
& gt& gt& gt
The earth-red high wall, lasso generally surrounds the building inside, only a spire can be seen in the white building, and the cross looks like an experienced old man overlooking the inside and outside of the wall.
The gatekeeper respectfully pulled open the heavy iron gate and ran over the dull landing sound.
Church-like buildings, pure white walls, winding stone paths all the way, and colored glass windows reflect sunlight and have gem-like colors. Laughed the middle-aged man who got off the bus and waved away the nurse who wanted to lead the way.
The moonlight is really good.
In the courtyard that can be seen from the French window, although the cherry blossoms have fallen, the soft light sprinkled between the branches gently draws circles of different sizes on the ground. Restless insects or birds hide in the dark and make a deep sound from time to time. The frost on the lawn is faint. Finger across the trunk, rough and slightly painful. Half of the body has a coolness soaked by moonlight. The wind hits the face and the coat on the shoulder.
Butterfly?
Pure black, small and light wings. A faint purple pattern.
Flying by in the dark background.
Clear floating and hidden cream of fundus.
A person's feeling. It seems too far away from me.
It always seems close at hand. You can feel the cold without temperature as soon as you turn around.