He is the fragrance of flowers left behind in the world. The memories of many years ago have been wiped away. The wars, grievances and hatreds of the past are burned away by a fire, and weeds grow again. Spring sprouts in the cold left atrium.
If you are willing to wait, I would like to be desolate for four seasons and the desert will be flooded.
If you wish, I would like to kill my heart and wither tomorrow.
That jade, that jade.
I'm looking for a name, a past. Find yourself.
The love and hate at that corner have become a silhouette of history, dimmed in the chaotic present world.
I just want to make bright memories for the unknown future.
What I love, what I hate.
——That's all.
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Okay, the above is the literary version and the non-artistic version is as follows = =
Tired of playing killer, he decided to become an artistic young man instead.
It didn't take long for the public security bureau to come up with a name. The most important thing was to be artistic and young!
Pretending to be weak and accepting, we can conquer the world, forcefully attack and drag them back, and pretend to attack multiple times. Let's live a small life!
What I am playing with is not the name, but the confusion!