Chapter 41 nocturnal song of the vagabond

nocturnal song of the vagabond The waning moon is a dead beauty, Weeping on the mountain top, Weeping for her feeble soul. The strange owl screams in the valley, The hungry wolf is laughing at the sound, In that vast barren grave. Darkness takes hold of this place, Terror reigns over the crowd, You Ye is vast and unknown. Came here full of tears, I am the body of a wandering fox, I want to sink with the waning moon.