(The Lost Canvas Hades Mythology Fanfiction, Twin Gods, Morpheus X Oneiros, Oneiros X Phantasos) Mournful Drizzle

And then, where are you? Also, who is waiting for you? Twenty-Four Bridges On a moonlit night, where can a beautiful lady teach me how to play the flute? Asking what love is in the world, it only teaches life and death. The mist and mist are dense and fine, scrubbing the world of mortals. Whether it is love, hate, and hatred in the world of swords and swords, or the dark and intrigues of officialdom, it is originally a scam, a drama. I am a person with bright eyes and good vision, and I am used to looking at all kinds of young, beautiful and ugly living beings. It is a pity that the world is confused by this thin smoke, confusing black and white, good and evil, righteous and wrong. Life is only a few springs and autumns, but why should we kill each other because of this hatred? A pot of turbid wine and two lines of clear tears. Everyone is drunk, but I am the only one awake. Who can I share this pain that keeps me awake all night? Death can take away everything before life. Time is running out. I just want to stay with you forever in this life. Unfortunately, he was forced to become a desperate gambler walking on a knife's edge. In front of others, he is ruthless and quick to attack, and he is completely a bloodthirsty devil. Under that strong and ruthless appearance, at that moment, my broken heart was violently cramped and twitching. Who is going to feel pain again? I have already seen those ten miles of mortal world, and there are all actors and actresses on and off the stage, each playing their own role. He hides his true character with a false smile. Whoever lies the biggest will be the ultimate king and the most mysterious. My heart has always been that of a spectator, but I am a human being in the play. As long as the human heart is made of flesh, no matter how cold and upright it is, it will lose to love. Maybe, *, is really the source of evil... They say that knights are ruthless, but I am deeply in love... One misstep turned into eternal hatred. With just a thought from others, he was touched by others and spurned by his lover... He had already endured enough pain. Why did God want to tear his heart apart like this... From then on, he and his own heart left him... He was tired of acting, and he even looked down upon this mortal world. Where can there be true feelings among actors on stage? The past is like smoke, a drizzle washes the world. I have looked down on this life and death, and I have seen through the past. Only this feeling of longing, like the sound of the Qiang flute, the long and deep melody, has been lingering in the heart for a long time... Even if you see through the world of mortals, why do you have to be so stupid and get involved in the bloody world again? Love, infatuation... Although Pasitea is destined to be a passerby, raising these children can be regarded as living up to this fate. He is already suffering enough, why should others suffer because of him? Enough, enough... The one you love has been possessed by the soul-obsessing magic, Yes, relief? Dying with eyes closed may be God's final punishment for him! It's over, it's over. Guiyin's adoptive father's former residence, the rain is so sweet, not mixed with a fishy smell. Although the ancient tune is self-loving, many people today don't play it. Only deep in the memory, the deep and heavy flute sound still sounds, but it also has a feeling of relief.

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