My name is Night, and I have been wandering alone for many years.
I don't have a last name, and I don't know where I came from or where I'm going.
The only people I knew died six years ago. They fell in front of me covered in blood. At that time, I had forgotten to be afraid.
Because I never know when I am afraid.
I passed by many people and got tangled up with many people.
A girl once asked me, why do you want to decline like this?
I say the night should be decadent.
Then we never saw each other again.
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Wen shouldn't lose weight this summer! ! ! So thin
Wen shouldn't lose weight this summer! ! ! So thin