The butterfly with black and white patterns slowly rested on the palm of his hand, and his slender feet could feel the gradual loss of temperature in the contact area. Like him, it disguised itself as an immobile statue in the silent night. It was the first to be defeated, because it was not a nocturnal animal and needed to rest now, so it flapped its wings slightly, like autumn leaves blown by the wind, and quietly returned to the grass in the dark.
Only the boy was still lying there, his dark eyes had lost their light forever. Someone once touched the corners of his eyes affectionately and praised his eyes as brighter than the stars in the night sky. But everyone knows that a lover's sweet words may not necessarily have a shelf life of a thousand years. It is like an exquisitely packaged dessert. After the tasting time has passed, even if the appearance is still gorgeous, the inside is no longer the same. Peeling off the transparent wrapping paper will only affect your mood due to the rotten smell.
The dark clouds parted and the waning moon peeked out. The desolate moonlight shines on the white face, and the moonlight cannot bear it, creating the appearance of a warm and peaceful sleep, hoping to cover up the truth that life has disappeared.
Purpose: Everyone should be responsible for what they do