We are a species of night
Conceal one's behavior during the day
The night is a trick of creation, not what we want it to be
We also imagined the smell of sunshine and the splendor of flowers
We also curled up our bodies to keep each other warm on cold nights
However, cold blood cannot burn each other
So ashes return to ashes, dust returns to dust
After all, we are creatures that only belong to the night
Maybe Lodbar is a kind devil, and Ogette is just a little girl who doesn't understand human affairs and likes simple and beautiful things. . .
"Swan Lake" fan
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