Wandering souls, the insects are scattered.
Surrounded by the invisible things, where the whispering of my ears came from.
Removes are waiting in the abyss.
There is no wind dead, and the horn of the clothes cannot be blown.
Mu Su stared at the abyss, and the abyss was watching him.
Until the beginning of Mu Su took off his pants–
The abyss had to be embarrassed to look away.