----------Who is it?
A surging sound from the distant horizon. Like a tidal wave drowning the smile
----------Who is it?
Looking back at dusk, the light color spreads the warmth of the sunset, and the corners of the mouth are raised quietly, the long-lost sunset face.
----------Who is it?
Undercurrents surged, the face was torn into pieces, and the hands were stained with fishy liquid. Repeated statement.
Kill kill kill
Who is it? Who is it? Who is it?
Don't come again!!!
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