Chapter 25 midnight bell

the bell pinch and knock the desolation of the street listen-- The round sounds, straight down time silent throat. like crying, like mourning, make this dark mid night buried that never sees the dawn Hollow—— light - heavy, ... - heavy - light... This swaying sound, Whose idea is it put away the rest of the anxiety As the wind chills— one after another Throw it to those who have not yet dreamed.