When the neon lights first come on, who will join hands with her?
The evening wind was shrill and shrill, the figure was ethereal, and the wind ruthlessly lifted her hair.
Standing on the top floor under a lonely moon, she looked so miserable.
Cold tears crawled out of her eyes and slid down quietly, a hint of astringency spreading in her mouth.
Closing her eyes, the wind seemed to tease her eyelashes.
With her arms spread out, she descended magnificently from the top floor,
Forget all the chilling things, and hand over to the cold ground with dead memories.
At that moment, a bright blood flower was frozen in that moment and cannot be forgotten.
The blood flowed slowly on the cold ground, leaving a trace of residual heat, but it soon disappeared with the wind.
Her lips parted slightly, but she hesitated to speak.
Is it 'I hate you but I am also sorry? '