How much do you know about the past in the floating clouds, and the twilight is empty.
The people in the empty building go to the shadows, sit alone in the tomb and play the piano until dawn.
The years are gone, the frost and the wind are old, and the loneliness comes quietly.
?Life has never been difficult to draw since ancient times, sing to the end of the vastness and travel alone in the setting sun. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com