THE SKY IS BLOODY , the WIND LIKES a KNIFE

Inspired by an article in the New Concept Essay Contest. Maybe it's about searching, maybe it's about tenderness, maybe it's about leaving. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I know that my presence here is inevitable. I seem to be waiting for someone to take me away. That person will ride on colorful clouds, hold an ancient sword in his hand, and smile like a flower. I could only vaguely feel that there was an indescribable force pushing me forward, pushing me to meet people one after another who brought me a unique destiny. And this is actually a kind of kindness, which I didn't know until later. Do you believe in fate? I, actually, don't believe it at all. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spread flowers~ An article that I have been thinking about for a long time has finally started to be written hahaha~ The outline is one third of the way. Whether it is a long or a medium-length novel all depends on whether I am lazy or lazy or lazy, and whether it is a BE or a GE all depends on whether I am a step-father, a step-father, or a step-father. However, due to academic problems, I will try my best to update every week after the holidays. For the time being, I will still write a comedy and happy post~ Welcome to post~