People didn't know why they went to the ball, they didn't know why their names appeared on the guest list, they didn't know where they were, they didn't know who held the party, they didn't know when they wore the dress, they didn't know what kind of wine they drank, they didn't know who they knew, and they couldn't even see anyone's face, but no one asked. People reveled unscrupulously and heartily in this grand banquet. People cheered, shouted, and jumped. The lights were printed on their faces, but no one's expression could be seen clearly. People seemed to have forgotten everything. Wherever the sand kept flowing down, where the pendulum kept beating, where the raindrops kept ticking, and where the fireworks continued. Blooming, for a long time, the scale gradually tilted, red clouds climbed up to the black sky, watercolors mixed colors, chocolate and soil were mixed together, milk melted into essential oils, people were almost crazy and hysterical, crystal lanterns smashed on the wine tower, broken glass was stained with colors, candles dripped on the cream, innocent people's smiles and makeup were wiped off.
Who asked who cut off the creed of time? Who said that the end of the world is definitely not black.
Who else is singing in a low, shallow, slow voice?