Have you ever loved it all when you were alone in troubled times?

In the upside-down birch forest, memoirs of the past are imprinted.

We meet, we meet, we accompany, we leave

When the ambiguous breeze is uncertain, it is another beginning

The old times echo in the heart, and the unsullied strength is staggered in the inch of time

The eyes of despair dyed in the lament of the world reveal the hatred of the unreachable light.

Am I destined to fall into the abyss?

Despair torments me, ridicule torments me

I hated the weeping shoots, and I hated the dead wood in spring

Do you see that time has passed, and you have been liberated from the reality of iron and earth

I had stubbornly waited for the old days, just to be the light that guided me and woke me up.

And that obsession,

Now it's only getting weaker,

Annihilated in endless solitude and storms......

"Elegy for Epiphany" on the other side of the map Elegy for Epiphany (above) is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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