PREVIEW
... e way when you went out, you unexpectedly got lost. After passing through several archways and gardens, you found yourself in front of an elegantly arranged courtyard. At the same time, a clear and ethereal, extremely infectious singing voice came from the midst of the flowers.
"The flowers beneath the eaves quietly bloom,
The night breeze lingers, long waiting outside the door,
The waning moon hangs solo on the windowsill, casting memories into the pale,
Yearning ...
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