In the distant time, the little you broke into the world of a boy named Xiao Mo in a panic. From then on, his clear eyes became a little brighter, but this was only the light he thought. This kind of light was like the love you never said in the long days and nights.
In the vast mist, the shadows of the trees were dancing. Perhaps her fate was too sad, and there was no light on the road ahead. In fact, the boundless darkness had already tightly surrounded her.
There was a sound of "Bang -" and blood splashed all over the clean road. The driver who caused the accident was so frightened that he fled in a panic. The distant whistle sounded sadly, as if it was mourning something. You hold the yellowed book tightly in your arms and open your mouth slightly. Are you also mocking this dirty world, a world that has never given you warmth? You slowly closed your eyes, tears mixed with the white steaming blood. Are you also sad about this winter that will never see spring, sad about this winter that pushes you into the darkness and distance, sad about the young man who is far away, the warm young man standing in the sunset and smiling, probably all of them.
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