Sanzen no Souru Supina

Hilary, Hilary.

Hilari, Hilari, Hilari.

The wooden whistle plays with the falling leaves and the rays of the sun shining back there.

Tranquil bamboo groves, clean bea (Midori) notes with wind across them - Kaoru wind.

What appeared on the stone stage was a witch dressed as well as a clear earthspider princess: Elmameim.

Its playing tone echoes into the valley, planting tree visions on cold rocky skin.

It was also the princess's duty to convey the original landscape to be reclaimed by a clan of earthspiders chased under the sun's light.

"Chichi" which unloads the ideal land and clearly indicates where it should be headed.

The illusory sunlight, the illusory mist rain wets and cleanses the stone stage to reveal the true color of its stone.

Beautiful onion writing.

If you notice, bonfire on all sides.

Hilary, Hilary.

Hilari, Hilari, Hilari.

Elma throws a sound.

Mostly at its bottom in the valley.

Deep in the dark.

Lie down there, in someone's heart, who's going to be crushed by the load.

Ooh, and I had something to respond to somewhere.

And there was a noise of hesitation.

I scratched a rock with scratching, dusting, and scratching.

laid down white state - no, there was a sound of stepping on a bone.

It was hesitation and fear.

Because the sound of the whistle played by the princess was too nostalgic for it, beautifully, and at the same time touching the wound worn in her heart with the unclean cuts.

That was, in one way or another, a hardening of the suspicious dark.

Have I not been conspired, or have I not been conspired?

Aren't you just attracted to this nostalgic tone?

Also, will you be betrayed and defeated by disappointment?

That thought occupied the heart of Celte, which was no longer a human being.

It was "Dream" I gave up on Toranoshi.

It was a Dream I should have woken up to.

I gave myself up because I was prepared not to go back.

"If there is no God, I will only be God."

If you can be the foundation of the Calcasas who told you so, of many of your compatriots, their strongholds, their litmus stones.

In one thought, he threw himself knowing that he could not return to the hole.

The bonfire was lit up by the giant Howl Cancer.

A giant crab of red copper stretched out on rocky skin and a statue of a beautiful boy on its back looked down on the stone stage.

Those red eyes stared at Elma playing the whistle on the stone stage.

Does Elma feel that gaze or not, she's letting the whistle bury her consciousness?

Oh, it's our princess witch, Serte thought.

You're back.

Glad to hear it.

But it's too late. No way.

I felt thirsty inside me, and the source of the "Green Gate."

How much did you eat?

Most of his compatriots, who became experimental subjects, could not stand the "Hiragana" of the "Greed Gate", causing their minds and bodies to collapse.

Freeing them from such eating labor was a form of salvation for Celte.

In fact, he was served by those who advanced and gave themselves.

I wonder if I can be their “god," little or little “god” when I'm a Taoist god.

Sometimes I thought about that.

But the believers were reduced by one, and by two, and eventually there was nothing to visit.

The faithful give themselves to the proof of faith, and Celte devours it as “God," so it is a natural consequence.

But by then, Celte was already a bucket.

So much so that I don't understand the nature of it.

It was crazy.

I felt abandoned.

I felt abandoned.

And he wanted to disappear himself, but he would eat the celte - and none of the beings who would take on that "twist" were alone anymore, by any means.

Hilary, Hilary.

Hilari, Hilari, Hilari.

Another beautiful tone.

But what would that be?

The princess witch has to be two.

Yakura alone is a one-handed drop.

Omae, too, is still a mess.

That kind of thought sprang up against Elma.

If it's because of the Omaes, the resentment that they should have swallowed will swirl in their guts.

I still felt betrayed.

about this, he said he was lured.

Those days will never go back.

Then I'll have to eat it. Until this self is cleared.

So far as I could tell, it was when I tried to leave the wall.

A shadow slipped out of the darkness.

He was a maiden as white as snow.

I am not the daughter of a earthspider.

But beauty, overwhelming.

The same pure white mausoleum costume for skin that reminds you of the unspoilt fresh snow.

I guess I've never exposed my skin to a man's eyes.

The shame that cannot be hidden from the first appearance is hidden.

Shan, and a string of silver rings trampled through his hands and legs made a noise along with a flickering long sleeve.

Tons, Ts, Tons, Shan.

Shan, Ts, Tong, Shan.

Exotic dance to earthspider jarray.

Beautiful, Celte falls in love.

I had no idea those two would sound so much like each other.

A pure white dance princess has shed her gaze.

I admitted to Celte.

I was sent my gaze as I swirled and was clearly prompted.

Together.

Tons, Ts, Tons, Shan. Hilary, Hilary.

Hilari, Hilari, Hilari.

Shan, Ts, Tong, Shan.

Both the player and the princess are gradually elevated as they throw themselves into each other's breathing.

The gaze of an unnamed exotic princess was only once.

That conveys the message more clearly.

Your turn.

This is your game.

Play to bring something different and exchange one snail.

Hehe, and Serte is only laughing.

I can't even notice you're laughing.

By the moonless lake water of the moonlit bamboo grove, crab invites you here this evening.

Nature and song were slipping out Serte's throat.

Only there is a bamboo grove that sinks at night, by the lake water that has been forgotten.

One old crab from where it came from is inviting even a shadow of the moon.

This way, this way.

The moon can't go down to the ground, but it can come and visit the lake water.

He shows himself on the water and comes by the crab.

In this lake surrounded by bamboo groves everything around it is very rare.

So crabs are always alone.

It's just that tonight, I feel like there's something going on and I'm desperate to invite you.

But what came down was a brilliant winged white bird.

Crabs are surprised by unexpected guests, but they are bewitched by their brilliant demeanor.

If you notice, the moon will come and see you, and I don't know, this miserable place tonight is a busy thing.

I'd love to.

I guess that's what happens if you take an idea.

Stunning singing joins a string of whistles and silver rings to create Kagura.

Since when does this throat spin a word other than a curse?

Serte thought, looking up to heaven.

There really is no heaven there.

No stars, no moon, no.

There are just cliffs like the bottom of a well.

Even so, these dreams are real.

That's what I thought, and before I looked up as I narrowed my eyes, Celte looked at the moon.

A real moon.

The appearance of a “God” carrying a moon wheel that emits a quiet light.

It spanned the leg length sheep.

Our God to serve: The Return of Ibizus.

Oh, oh, and Celte is crying.

Whenever that lip spins is a eulogy.

Words that celebrate the return of God.

Maybe it's the prophecy of a funeral (dust) that you can unload and pass away.

Together with the sound of Zazaza, the "Nerd" that was exchanging "Howl Cancer" unravels and combs, peeling it from Celte's body.

After the black crab herd leaves, only the dead boy's nakedness rolls there anymore.

Instead of that, "Ibizus" - - No, Isma appears across the leg sheep.

Ah, ah, and crying, but tears of joy, Serte reaches out his dead hand.

Isma goes down the back of the sheep accordingly and shakes his hand back.

Okay, I'll snort and show you.

I'll take it, I promise.

So the last remainder of my heart goes away.