Phantom Night Shadow Lord

When I am dirty, I hide in the darkness The dawn is brighter The black mist burns my skin The dark wind tears my soul apart In despair and hatred And she reached out to me again But at the moment I was about to hold it, I pulled away for fear of being stained with my filth and polluting my soul, maybe from beginning to end. The pure me, the disgusting her Maybe it never existed That's not bad She doesn't exist like I imagined There will no longer be such a deep and confused love in the world as I imagined in my imagination. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.