Six Months

Six months Six months, one hundred and eighty-three days, four thousand three hundred and ninety-two hours, two hundred and sixty-three thousand five hundred and twenty seconds... "At the transition between afternoon and dusk, I stumbled and came to the gate of heaven I screamed in pain when I found that the gate of heaven was closed Use your last bit of strength to put your hands on Although they are full of blood 'Open the pure white door! ' However there was no response 'Go away, for the Lord has commanded his children to shut the gates of heaven,' A voice sounded from the void 'It will be opened again with the rising sun tomorrow! ' I closed my eyes in disappointment Swallowed by the darkness that is chasing after me Became the devil's people... Far from heaven, its beautiful angels and bright jihad. In Sex and the City, human beings, as well as the original sinners who seek the fragrance of blood in the dark night, use their short or eternal lives to write gorgeous but ironic sonnets on the paper of time...