Chapter 10 deer horn branch
In the skull of the stag, there are two
A young tree nourished by essence and blood.
In the fog
These tall branches
Bright and precious,
Fleeing over cliffs and swamps,
Deal with hunters.
Several centuries later.
on my bookshelf,
On top of my new collection,
I just heard the sound from the hinterland of the plateau
musket. ——
such a sunset
Into the wilderness that calls,
from High Rock.flying antlers
suddenly fell...
...is tragic.