C47 My name is rainfall

The Fallen Flower Island's night sky was very beautiful, but this beauty was a type of desolate beauty. Today, the sea breeze was very strong. It blew everywhere, causing sand to fly and stones to fly. It was as if there were an innumerable amount of troops riding on the waves.

On the edge of the cliff stood a man, his face hidden from view, his clothes billowing in the sea breeze