The moon is full and missing, missing and round again.

In the quiet night, the wind stopped, but the cicadas cicadas kept coming and going, and they kept going...

Know...know...know...know...

What story are they telling?

But it has nothing to do with you.

When you open the curtain, you can see the mottled night, whether deep or light.

With a blink of an eye, it seemed that stars fell.

In the distance, there were no fallen leaves, no wind, and no news.
Chapter completed!