Magnolia Untitled
The clouds are changing before my eyes, and I am looking for a piece of it in late autumn. The previous body was probably made of tears, but today it suddenly appeared. It's hard to go because you're so far away, and it's hard to stay thousands of miles away. There is no freedom in the world, but we can only meet each other and let them go.
There was lightning and thunder that day, and suddenly a white light struck in front of my eyes, and I immediately lost consciousness...
I just feel like the downpour of rain is falling on me, like thousands of needles pricking me, it hurts, it hurts, it feels so cold...
I don't want to wake up again, face this confused world, face these vicious rumors and rumors...