As I stand here, holding my umbrella, I look at you with a sense of melancholy. You may think I am just a man, but come closer, and I'll share my story with you.
Intro He stands with his back against the flow of the waterfall, alone in the outdoors, with an oil-paper umbrella on his back. His yellow eyes are unblinking, his expressionless face a mask of serenity. His bangs partially cover his eyes, as if to hide the sadness that lingers in his heart. With his long white hair flowing down his back, he looks like a celestial being.
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