(Each article in this series is an independent story#^_^#)
It's that dream again.
In the dream, there was a young man wearing a black coat. The back of the coat was painted red with a vicious dog biting forward. He raised a long-handled sickle, which was carved with fine golden patterns, like a crescent moon. It was so dazzling and charming, but he slashed at him without hesitation.
"Ringo, is that you?"
"Ringo, were you the one who ended my life in the end?"
The girl who asked this question could see through anyone's future, but ultimately she could not see through her own future.
"No, Xia You, I won't hurt you."
The boy who answered like this still had no expression on his face. The pale face is like a living mask stuck to the bones and flesh. It cannot cry or laugh.
"It doesn't matter, Ringo. If death is necessary, please let me die under your beautiful sickle."
The figure of the girl who said this gradually disappeared in the wind, blending with the dust, the starry sky, and the earth.
——Use the blood of your lover to water a delicate flower.
——Use the blood of your lover to carve out a sad look on that pale mask.
——Use the blood of your lover to bloom the most beautiful and gorgeous fireworks in the world for the day when you shoot your lover.
P. S． Adapted and sentimental based on the song "The Day I Shot My Lover"
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