Fifteenth night, midnight
A predictable death, a death full of expectations
Death, the last relief in life
Some people say that if you take a small step forward in the darkness, you may be able to see the light.
But when others told him, look, it's dawn
But he discovered that under the baptism of darkness, his eyes had long been blind.
Out of sight
Is it bright? This so-called light
He raised his head, but it was still dark...
He stretched out his hand and couldn't grasp anything...
He curled up and smelled the smell of blood. It turned out that his feet were already dripping with blood...
Give him another fifteen days, give him fifteen days, get out of here
Return to the embrace of "mother"