How many dark nights, how many times I was alone, how many tears I shed. Countless, can't remember. Crying is the best way to heal. I have always used this recipe. I don't know if it is invalid. But he still persisted.
But I feel that I have never been brave enough to bravely rush to the grand death. You can cut your wrist with a sharp blade, you can pierce your chest with a sharp blade, you can gently jump off a high platform and bloom a flower that cries blood - everything is so broken and decisive.
Conception: