Scary how each day went by in the wind and rain of persistent cold, the leaves usually spring and continues falling, only one leaf to Gion-xi as seen approaching his death. Perhaps one of us also feel troubled hearts, powerless before a man took up, bored life. By the writer focused on depicting moments of stress of Xiu and tool Butter-men at Gion-xi are sleeping: "They fear looking out the window, look at poison ivy. Then they looked at each other for a moment, what's said. " Maybe in that moment, they had seen the last of IRIS leaves or branches and reasonable? It seems the same as the Sun's harsh winter precipitation, wind, they could predict what the Gion-xi woke up the next morning and see the leaves finally fall out.
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