Standing on tiptoes, death is so close to me. Black feathers from the sky are falling overwhelmingly. Luo Xiaoyu, I am Mo Xiyang, I miss you.
After many years, I finally dared to look up at the sky, looking at the deep blue swallowing you, and calmly expressed my thoughts about you. However, the suffocating feeling of oppression has not diminished.
The dizzy blue quietly pays homage to the star that disappeared in the sun. You said it was the star that only belonged to me. However, after you left, you took away all the moisture in my body. Now I have lost the ability to stand. Every day, I can only sit in the attic you arranged for me, meditate on the smell of the sun, look up at it for thousands of years, and be hurt forever.