"Life is a dream that is too long.
The dust and frost in my eyes are gradually drying. The young man stood on tiptoe and touched the sky, his soft silver hair shimmering in the moonlight. I forgot when the hair brushing in front of my eyes was stained with blood.
The melancholy blend of red and white is so cruel and coquettish.
"All of this will end in my hands.
The young man gently held his left hand, and the slender shadow of his fingers, or the fingers in the slender shadow, choked the remaining breath of the wind in the dark night. Sing with psalm-like piety.
"Don't be afraid, I will stay with you until the end of hell.
A smile as gentle as ever, a face as gentle as ever.
"Tell me, are you willing to go to hell with me?"
Let it fall. Let it fall.
The tears that fall on one's own initiative and the gentle murmurs that fall on one's own initiative, using torture and struggle to fabricate the sweetness of self-righteousness, melt the entire tomorrow that will never come again.
The young man heard the sound of falling bells gathering and dispersing in his ears.
"Tick tock, tick tock."
Closing his eyes, the fluttering white clothes spread all over his body, and the young man's body turned into falling petals that scattered in confusion.
In fact, everything between you and me, in the afterlife, is like the disappearance of a nightmare and will never appear again.