Bodhisattva is crazy and passionate
The flowers are falling in disorder, and the shadows are dancing. The bright moon leans against the sky, but the wild geese seem to pass by silently, and the night is cool on the northern slope.
Love is hurt and broken, and there is still more to say. At the end of the year, the stars are wrapped in farewell threads, and I sing songs from the sky that make me shed tears. I want to let go, but I still catch him.
It's getting dark and the night is getting cold. Don't you want to go home?
You're in tears, your spirit is hurt, aren't you willing to give up?
Your heart is broken and your heart is broken. Who are you still crying for?
Lightning flashed across the sky, and the roaring thunder continued to tear apart. The rolling dark clouds seemed to be looking down at the love in the world, which was childish, hesitant, struggling, and broken.
Why did the friends who grew up together in childhood become more and more blurred and even become strangers after being washed away by the rain again and again? The rock-solid relationship only broke in an instant. After being wiped out, what followed was endless open and secret fights.
Disguise, deception, trap, conspiracy, after tearing humanity apart, everyone is greedily sucking each other's blood, with red eyes, but they can't penetrate everything. The sky thunders again, and heavy rain pours down, performing the most crazy baptism in life!