If I am willing to use this cool rain to wash away my sins,
Will you forgive me?
If the blood on my body is washed away.
Will I ever be clean again? Pure?
The so-called Three Lives Stone, the so-called prehistoric universe,
The so-called life is just like dust. At the end of the fireworks, there are scattered and small moments of light in the universe.
Butterflies walk in the sunshine, and birds fall into the sea. Who will replace the memory and keep the original perception?
Time will eventually change the original appearance of everything. At that time, I just hope,
——You will stay with me...
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I don't know how to write an introduction…
This is just a dream I had, a very long and vulgar dream, but I wanted to write it out, and I wrote it faster than expected, in just three months.
Anyway, now that I have written it, I would like to ask for your advice.
Conception: