Death confession
The darkness of the night is rendered in detail and then expands, the car lights are brilliant,
Like the glimmer of longing, flickering on and off, hitting our faces looking at each other.
Don't tell me some things, let me caress your hair,
The sorrow can only be reduced to this posture. If you are willing to look back, you will feel sad.
The weather is very cold, the ice is cold, and the warmth is doubly public
The black curtain suddenly fell, dust flew into the air
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They stand on the dead bones, one is a cold-blooded cannibal, the other is addicted to killing;
They broke free from fate, one was proud and independent, the other was gentle and strong;
The story tells the mystery of the deaths of two women with their own characteristics, and the long and persistent life of two kings waiting to be found.
How the word love empties life and makes the world pale, and how stubbornly they and their persistence are forced into their bones and blood and are difficult to peel off.
They, they are not angels. They, they are not the princes and princesses in fairy tales, but they are extremely tough.