Morning comes to the city, the road is empty, there are rare passers-by on the sidewalk in the autumn rays of the sunMorning comes to the city, the road is empty, there are rare passers-by on the sidewalk in the autumn rays of the sun
A warrior girl in a strange hat, with a staff in her hand, is walking on the roadA warrior girl in a strange hat, with a staff in her hand, is walking on the road
The first snow on the leaves of trees hanging over the roadThe first snow on the leaves of trees hanging over the road