The black pen leaves traces on the white paper, which is a heartbreaking break.
Silent communication allows you and me to confess our hearts, but it is just proof of passing by.
The same distrust, the same betrayal, formed a gathering point, venting the inner loneliness in the illusory network.
The cold blade cuts across the hot skin, which is just the paralysis after waking up from a dream.
Words of hope are just excuses for people to comfort each other in despair.
Destroy yourself and others, but you cannot destroy the soul; what is eternal is not love, but suspicion.
Yan Yi,
Who can understand the pain in your heart in the lonely darkness?
No...
They are all falling for each other.
The darkness of the sky,
the collapse of the earth,
The final outcome can only be - bleeding pain!
Let us laugh in the midst of destruction!