Like flowers even though they are not red, like ice even though it is not frozen.
But it seemed like there were countless words spoken, but unfortunately I couldn't understand them.
The people in the story will not stop dying, but the people outside the story will not feel any pain or itching.
As for whether it is true or false, who knows? Who cares?
I said mine, stubborn.
You listen to you, gather and disperse as circumstances dictate.
★Author's nonsense★
Recently, I want to write something thoughtful, instead of Su Tianshuang's essay about women's votes. Of course, this kind of behavior is tantamount to seeking death, and serious articles are destined to be thrown out of the street. But I still want to convey something in the article.
This story may be quite heavy. I recorded the questions I was thinking about and the feelings I wanted to create through this story. As for whether you like this mouthful or not, and what you can tell, it has nothing to do with me.
I write mine, stubbornly.
It's up to you, you can gather and disperse as the occasion demands.
★Instructions for consumption★
1. Mixed use of pronouns. The first person is called the Lord, and the third person will be changed during the period.
2. The writing style is plain. There is no such gorgeous tone of words, and to be honest, it is quite tiring to hold back metaphors like that.
3. The male protagonist is unknown. Whoever you think the male protagonist is, he could be the storyteller, or the boy in the straw hat, or the red-haired, golden-eyed captain with a cruel temper, or there could be no such thing as a male protagonist from the beginning to the end. Fuck love.
Intention: Hot blood cannot be cooled, freedom will never die.
