Maybe this was once a lush garden,
Now only the terrain shrouded in gray haze remains.
The past is like the wind, and the seeds sown are tenacious in life.
Twisted and pale seedlings grew in the lightless and waterless environment.
Memory - crystal clear flakes falling from the sky,
There is only such white snow piled up in vain on the desolate land.
Time is a thick shell,
The silent sky isolates everything.
It may not be the growth of emotion,
But how can fragile ice crystals last?
So it was trampled on indifferently and quickly leveled,
There is not even a moment of moist touch left.
The fire cannot advance here,
After all, there isn't any fuel here.
Occasionally, shooting stars make bright strokes for a moment,
But it was too short and weak.
Her downcast eyes showed no interest in anything,
- Unless the sun falls
--until the sun sets.
Running account
Completely fictitious, unscientific, logic is fed to dogs
A world view that comes to mind ×N
Please don't have any moral expectations for a character who has lived too many lives.
Full of delusions
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Intention: Those things that I insist on but do not exist for granted