A Feng A Feng

a gentle cry, a trembling whisper, just like the holy world spring, drop by drop on the platform where the summer desert wind has almost lost consciousness.

who, who Who is calling his name

so familiar voice, so familiar name, so heartbreaking shaking Who is it Well, I can't let you go

the almost unconscious summer desert wind opened the eyelids that could not be opened again. Every drop of blood fell from the broken eyelids and around the broken corners of the eyes

"month Moon...... "

opened his eyelids and was covered by the blood that seemed to be slipping down, as if it was...