Under the bustling neon lights, a dark web of blood takes root in the dark night. The first snowflake fell in the winter sunset, dyeing the world pure white, but it could not cover up its mottled land. I came from hell, delusional about the warmth of the world. Once stained with this dust called "you", it can no longer be washed away. Serious on the outside, venomous on the inside, sweet summer fruit tea A
Purpose: redemption of humanity
