Compatriots with resentments are welcome to bring paper shredders, lighters, wastebaskets and other tools of the S M paper master to jump into the pit~~
Note: This article is purely a product of YY, H is uncertain, Raven will follow~
The writing is bad, not melodramatic, not tragic. Please think twice before falling into this trap.
The first few chapters of this article are relatively boring. If you don't like it, you can ignore it and skip to Chapter 5.
The text has been completed. . . . . . Xiaolu Gaiden: Thunder is brewing. . . . . .
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The dream welcomes despair in loneliness, and behind the despair, loneliness shines with silver light.
The keys of the piano rise and fall, forming a song that never ends.
A smile under seven stars, a heart-wrenching blur.
It fades away bit by bit, drifts away, and then becomes clear.
You said: Destiny is a game of chess without a winner or loser. If you take a step forward, it will retreat.
Time gradually becomes quiet amidst the blooming flowers. You are a flower that will never wither.
Take root in the heart, sprout, and bloom into the brilliance of life.
The beautiful scenery of Rod Oga is no longer, the collapsed rock wall suddenly shattered into wounds buried in the story.
Every inch of earth shines brightly, and the holy light flows quietly in your brows.
The blue sky is the crying face of a child, and the long lines of ice and snow are the traces across the sky.
Pull out a long line.
The pain of waiting for someone to walk to the other side alone.
The profile of the face is mottled into shadows, and the fallen bells ring and sing in the lonely wilderness.
The world in the dream piles up the outline of seven days and nine hells. I walk through the endless corridor, which is a road I have never walked.
The silver star, the blazing sun, the disillusionment of the past.
It was a place I had never dreamed of.
You stand at the end, and the cut light and shadow are your color.
Pegasus, golden chariot, fluttering wings, and six slightly spread wings are legends that have fallen to the ground.
If you don't look back, the world will turn upside down, reincarnation, and decline.
The distant ending, the arrow of time, spinning in the starry sky in dreams.
And I just stood there, just like you all those years ago.
The fragmentation of memory, the destruction of reality.
Intertwined indifference, missed hope.
The end of a heartbeat ends the past.
What dies is the future.
I am no longer moving forward.
What lingers in my ears is the song I have sung for many years.
It's dense in the air, fleeting.
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Title: "The Everlasting Song"
New pen name: Wuhai
It's Danmei. I hope you will support me a lot. I want to write more and better stories for you. Thank you.
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