Let dreamers dream, in dark sentinel circles, holding the circles for flames. As it worships heaven, the blades sharpen in the heat of its furnace, begging for salvation Charcoals of pain enticing pleasure. If these dreams fade away, a man would...
Formless Sewing without the knot is a mystery, it is like riding a headless mule on a narrow road, The pot needs the lid to steam, But this, This is fire without heat. The soldier is lifeless, he breathes, his life, unpredictable, fear is beneath...
