"Kill me!"
"No, you will never die. I will appear in your dreams every night."
The sound seemed to be a mechanical sound coming from an old tape, which was unavoidable and went straight into the mind.
The man gently brushed his smooth neck, greedy for the sweet fragrance emanating from his body, and the pain in his eyes completely demonized him.
He clearly said that he would never get tired of it in this life, but after only two years, you liar, he still failed him after all.
"I know I was wrong, can I give you my life back? I beg you, give your life back to you, give it all back to you..."
The man in the dream had tears on his face and an empty body, begging incoherently for the person who had caused the dream to be broken apart. He regretted it, he really regretted it.
"It's too late..."
Before falling, he thought crazily that if he could come back again, he would never set foot on this land.
Concept: Mysterious funeral culture, hanging coffins, sudden whims