Life is only so long.
In this life, we will all have joy, pain, sadness, and happiness.
But if it has passed, even if it was just a second, it has become a memory.
And memories do nothing but kill time.
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This is a world of dead souls.
On the streets I walked, retro Baroque buildings could be seen everywhere.
But when we look up, it is never sunny. Because in our world, we cannot see the sun.
There is only a cold moon filled with purple mist, rising in the sky at midnight.
But you can see that even if there is no sunshine, we are still very happy.
Because if you want to choose to forget, just queue up and buy a bowl of soup from Meng Lao.
When you walk along the Randen Ancient Street to the end, you will see Manzhu Shahua blooming on the other side of the Teller River.
Bloody red.
Later, one bloomed. As pale as paper.
If you want to ask the name of Teller River in the world, it is Wangchuan.