The whole world collapsed in front of me, and my puppet with the strings cut off was still lying motionless in my arms. The collapsed tiles left me covered in bruises. The blood-stained earth, if the world returns to light, let him fall into darkness forever.
Sometimes she would think that all the strength of people could not withstand the attack of nightmares in the dark. In the darkness, there is such a woman crawling in search of the light of life, constantly shuttling around different characters, always looking for her own light. From small to large, from black to white. But she is always on the run. When the cruel competition comes, she is like a deserter, but there is no smoke in her battlefield. A pair of people from one generation to another in their lifetime, competing for two ecstasies. If we miss each other but don't love each other, who will be the spring? Looking back, it is easy to beg for the oar towards the blue bridge, but it is difficult to run through the blue sea as medicine. If you visit me and drink Oxford, you will forget your poverty. Don't remember that my name is lonely.