I died in the deep sea.
The gunshot was the last cry, soaking the salty dusk of the twenty-three-year-old.
They said I drowned in an accident -
Only you know that it is the only long-planned invitation letter I have received from the human world.
And you, Gu Qingzhou, my fiancé,
Kissed my cold forehead in the morgue,
Then they burned half the city to see me off.
The firelight illuminated the wet ink on the will:
"If there is a road to reincarnation, please walk slower——
Wait until I take you home. "
Destiny actually heard it.
We are reborn on the seventh night before the engagement feast,
Under the crystal lamp, your fingertips trembled as you put the same ring back on me.
This time, your eyes are not filled with ice, but with embers that are about to start a prairie fire.
You said: "Let's cooperate. I'll lend you the blade, and you lend me your body heat."
But on the back of the agreement is the epitaph written with the blood of your previous life:
"If I do it again, I will never let go."
And so we began a dangerous pas de deux—
I collect lost gunshots at the edge of the abyss,
You dissect the familial pathologies on the Machiavellian chessboard.
The scars become passwords, the pain serves as a secret code.
Until you push me away at the dock on a stormy night,
Let the bullets kiss your chest that was burned for me.
When the blood spread over the beads, I finally saw clearly:
It turns out that the shackles of two lives are the shackles you put on yourself;
All paranoia is the clumsiest love letter to life from the dying.
Now, the story reaches new shores.
The tide fades away the lies, and the moonlight dries the wounds.
I asked, "What if I never learn to trust fully?"
You just put an old ring into my palm:
"Then spend your whole life practicing believing."
——This is not a fairy tale. There are no princes and roses.
There are only two souls crawling back to earth from hell,
Identify each other's temperature in the embers,
At the end of the deep sea, rewrite the definition of love.
"Rebirth is not a gift, it is the gentlest rebellion that you and I launch against fate."
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