A brain-dead product in the middle of the night, updated casually, with mediocre writing.
When the wind blows across the plains, the world echoes
What is the nature of sin? Hatred? Ethereal love is always worthless
When I raised my head, I saw the sky for the first time. There were gods and immortals in the sky. I like to lower my head, it's just me here
I hope I can become a kite in the future. There will be no string to pull me. I am tired of flying. I landed in the woods, leaves and mud slowly covering me. At this time, when I lower my head again, there are myself and some small bugs. I will be smaller than them.
If it stays dark for 24 hours, no one can see me. I think I should be a ghost. The night is always quiet and belongs to me.
I still want to turn into dust, no one will notice, I will go with the wind, I don't have to make my own decision, I should go to blind people's eyes, people rub their eyes and send me away, no one will remember, no one will know that it is me, I am quite bad, after all this I did not think of atonement
happy life
Purpose: Encourage students to study hard