♪ Days and days ♪

In the middle of the day, a cold woman dressed in a flaming flag dress, walked into the warlord's table alone, and she was supposed to be an outsider, but she was drawn close by the powerful man in the light of the light, sorted out her scattered hair, and the eyes of two people, and the distance that had been taken away suddenly, the woman had moved away, and she had moved on, and she was breathing in between her ears, and she couldn't hide from the two of them.