The stained soul, the bright red hands, the blinded eyes, the keen sense, the Shura general.

The wind blew her long hair; the light illuminates her face. Yes, it seems that Shura is fearful, but there is tenderness and water. The eyes are empty, as if the beasts on the battlefield are slowly approaching, and so is the same. Whether it is Shura or God...

For so long, the wind or the wind in the past is still blowing, and the light in the past is still light, still shining. The only difference is the broken cockroach. "Why, why!? You have to stay away from me! What am I doing wrong? Please tell me, I will change, but please don't leave me..." "Why? You are not very clear? Do it? I still can't admit anything like this? Hey, I really saw it too open before, for that..." "No, I don't want this. It was just a moment of irrational impulse, so it was only ...I am really sorry..." "Hey, sorry? I know your apologies, but... I want to find a new friend..." "So, it seems that you can't stop you." "Now think about our past, well, it’s wonderful, huh." "Oh, yeah, thank you very much, friend."

The word 羁绊 always gives us peace of mind, makes us sad, and at the same time brings us all reliable friends...

Fourth grade: 飨Fir