He raised his head and stared into the dark night.
The deep darkness is like a tsunami, sweeping over the overwhelming loneliness.
The star is like a lonely king, sitting on a distant throne and gazing at the world. It is cold and ruthless, and only gives out the light of contempt to the people lying on the ground, but those fools are often ecstatic because of this ironic reward, hoping that this ray of light can wash away their sins and purify their souls.
No one can go to heaven.
No one has this qualification.
Since some people cannot be punished by the living, then the dead - those corpses walking with resentment - will lead them to hell.
This is a story about love.
Because of love, he gave up the reason for his existence and once again entered the endless world of death.
Because of love, he gave up human conscience and embarked on a path that only he could see.
When the two people's bodies fit together so tightly that there was no gap, life and death, love and hate had long been forgotten.
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