Uh....于是遵澈桑的教导发上来~~~~顺便解释下,you是杀姬 On winding steps of the castle, wavering shadows, flickering torches and brooding vaults, you passed by. The silver clouds, out of the window, and running water, neath the dome of stars, now dead and silent, summer passed them by. You saw a phantom. At this hour, who walked the sky? Like a god's chariot deathly bright, like a wind's scar, swath cut through the warring field, but it is veiled by years forgotten in the misty halls of the tomb of dead. Only a pearl drifted in between. And the winds from the sea, message bearer, chatted of burning logs to warm homesteads met by early snow; forests murmured 'bout fallen leaves, and descending frost upon moutains afar. So you touched the handrail and whispered, hushed, "yet all tidings are old of the late Western Lord."