Fate and reincarnation sit in the morning dew rolling in the eyes. Fresh air occupies the descriptor's expression. The souls floating on the surface of the lake are draped in a faint light fog and the distant winter retreats into the cold lair
author：A touch of cold smoke
Fate and reincarnation
Early morning sitting
Dew rolled in his eyes. Fresh air
Occupy the descriptor's expression. The soul floating on the surface of the lake
Cloaked in a faint light fog
The distant winter retreats into the cold lair
Cuckoos perch at the top of dreams
Flying wild ducks cut across the tranquil water
Every sound attracts the eyes of the explorer
Time can't stop the reunion
Escape into the empty wilderness, a restored picture
Portray a cycle of fate
Fate and reincarnation sit in the morning dew rolling in the eyes. Fresh air occupies the descriptor's expression. The souls floating on the surface of the lake are draped in a faint light fog and the distant winter retreats into the cold lair
Fate and reincarnation sit in the morning dew rolling in the eyes. Fresh air occupies the descriptor's expression. The souls floating on the surface of the lake are draped in a faint light fog and the distant winter retreats into the cold lair
Fate and reincarnation sit in the morning dew rolling in the eyes. Fresh air occupies the descriptor's expression. The souls floating on the surface of the lake are draped in a faint light fog and the distant winter retreats into the cold lair
Fate and reincarnation sit in the morning dew rolling in the eyes. Fresh air occupies the descriptor's expression. The souls floating on the surface of the lake are draped in a faint light fog and the distant winter retreats into the cold lair
Fate and reincarnation sit in the morning dew rolling in the eyes. Fresh air occupies the descriptor's expression. The souls floating on the surface of the lake are draped in a faint light fog and the distant winter retreats into the cold lair
Fate and reincarnation sit in the morning dew rolling in the eyes. Fresh air occupies the descriptor's expression. The souls floating on the surface of the lake are draped in a faint light fog and the distant winter retreats into the cold lair
Fate and reincarnation sit in the morning dew rolling in the eyes. Fresh air occupies the descriptor's expression. The souls floating on the surface of the lake are draped in a faint light fog and the distant winter retreats into the cold lair
Fate and reincarnation sit in the morning dew rolling in the eyes. Fresh air occupies the descriptor's expression. The souls floating on the surface of the lake are draped in a faint light fog and the distant winter retreats into the cold lair
Fate and reincarnation sit in the morning dew rolling in the eyes. Fresh air occupies the descriptor's expression. The souls floating on the surface of the lake are draped in a faint light fog and the distant winter retreats into the cold lair
