He gave up his wings, but gained a heart that was obviously unfamiliar and unaccustomed to it, but was slowly occupied by seven emotions and six desires.
He laughed, but cried again.
Laugh at the vastness of the world.
Crying, the world is vast, but everywhere is filled with smoke and smoke.
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He finally had to pick up his wings. The huge snow-white wings spread out behind him, and a few pieces of holy feathers fell down with a few soft downs, which were beautiful and flawless. It makes people reluctant to open their eyes.
However, he lost his heart.
There is no more tenderness and coquettishness in those beautiful diamond-blue eyes. No emotion. Empty silence.
He is him, but he is no longer him.