After the sky has shed its rainbow-like splendid coat, it is left with endless desolation.
What do those tears streaking across the face want to express, what do they want to save?
After this hypocritical war
Who will remember our time in the long river of time and recall the glory of the past?
What was the world like after the war?
In the unknown fleeting years, time still passes like this, mottled with years.
Who is it? On a lazy afternoon in the sun, he slightly raised the corner of his mouth but told an unknown story in a sad tone.
Who is it? In the deep and silent secret realm, persistently and stubbornly searching for the biting and cold truth, unable to distinguish right from wrong.
Who is it that caused this crazy tragedy, but my heart is being destroyed in dull pain inch by inch?
Freedom is never liberation. From then on, I grew up alone in the vast world. There was nowhere to tell the tragic rise and fall.
Even a thousand words can't convey it. I'm relatively speechless.
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The introduction is incompetent~Please read the text carefully~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This is my first time writing an article. If there is something bad about it, feel free to comment in the comments.
The East will change~