CRY

The clues that were once clear and clear are seamless and intertwined. No matter how entangled and restless the coke oven is, the sight is still pale and blocked. I am looking for other reasons to look back at the past. Those who hysterically accuse others of deceiving crimes also hide lies. That figure will never will disappear, and the voice of that day cannot be a salvation after all. No matter how I pray and shout, no matter how many times I ask, those concealing methods still push me into the abyss, but we will never forget, the figure of the young man who is not willing to let everything end here, I must know the ending. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.