As red as blood, as white as bones.
As red as loneliness, as white as silence.
As red as the nerves of a beast, as white as the heart of a god.
As red as dissolved hatred, as white as frozen sighs.
As red as the shadows that swallow up the night, as white as the sigh that shoots through the moon.
The snow is white and bright, and the bright red is gone.
Ps: This article is a short story and will be completed as soon as possible.
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