"O God of Darkness,
where is my angel...
The fate is over,
How can the word "sorrow" be so important..."
In a daze, I returned to Wutong Avenue. That person was waiting quietly at the end, looking calmly and intently in the direction of the path I must take.
The anxious nerves sank on the edge of dreams in such a late night.
Those blooming rouges have already passed through the season of snow, getting rid of the spell of withering and withering.
That year, flowers fell everywhere. It is coquettish but cold; when it blooms in the corner, it really blooms with a holy color, but when it falls, it dyes the ground red.
Lucifer in the dream was still as noble as before. He had forgotten the time, and facing the boundless darkness, he felt like he was in another world. I can never understand the desolation in his eyes, nor can I know what finally made him fall and what made him wait.