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Walking through the long dark narrow corridor, trying hard to adapt to the suffocating darkness, I couldn't smell the scent of purple epiphyllum, and I felt lost.
--------The road I have walked is the one you have walked on.
Pushing open the damp door, the dim breath hit my face, making me unable to breathe. Heavy tones, no trace of anyone can be found.
--------The door I pushed open was the one you had touched.
He took his Hell Butterfly and faced the team members with a slight upward curve in the corners of his mouth, a very familiar fake smile without any gentle scratches.
--------The orders I follow are the same ones you have carried out.
Walking the same path again, back under the sun, I saw the sky as blue as water, with invisible dust particles passing through the light and causing dispersion.
--------The sky I stare at is the same sky you have looked up at.
Entering the broken world, in the deep darkness, the wings of the hell butterfly brushed his face, and then he showed a little sincere smile.
--------The butterfly I use is the one you have taken care of.
It was quiet. After a while, I heard the sound of water molecules in the atmosphere and the drop of rain.
--------The air I breathe is the same air you have felt.
After passing through the boundary gate, the sun sets in the west, the sunset glows into a film, and the shadows recede, one tall and one short, complementing each other.
Watch loved ones and past companions greet you in the evening.
I take your life instead.
----------The two of us have always been together.