Change day and night
The traces of love are no longer distant and cold
The only words of love left are colored glaze
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I saw Shen Zhizhou twice. The first time was his back in the rain, and the second time he looked at me silently.
The relationship between me and him is like a layer of white paper like fiberglass, which will bleed when pierced, and that blood is the nourishment I water for love. When it grows into a rose, I will cut it off and insert it into my heart. Every time it trembles, the thorns it grows will gradually become more numerous. When the sharp thorns scratch this layer of paper, love will drip down the petals.
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He likes to whisper softly in my dreams at night
He held my beating heart and pressed the last petal on it. The bright red water on the petals passed through the clothes and passed through the sides of the front, and the white clothes were dyed red.
He bit his finger and the blood gathered from his fingertip into a blood bead
He drew a circle on my ring finger with his bloody fingertip. I asked him what it was.
He said it was love
Intention: The traces of love are no longer cold and the words of love are only colored glaze.
