How much sand was left in the invisible hourglass? Although he wasn't sure, the only thing he was sure of was that the sand in the hourglass kept leaking, leaking, and leaking…
I am a willful and unruly girl. I only wish to paint the appearance of angels in every land where demons are reborn.
The heart is empty, and the smile of a woman's robe makes her face drunk.
The city of Brisk dreams, the breeze sleeps, the dust falls on my shoulders…
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