It was about late at night.

Under the dark canopy, a silent lake was paved, and a lonely waning moon was reflected in the lake, and the curved crescent moon outlined a beautiful arc, like a cake that had been bitten by a tengu.

The water is the water of silence, and the moon is the month of loneliness.

There are no ripples, no stars.

It's been like this for a long, long time.

This means that there is no wind, no clouds, and no rain

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