The cold blade is close to the surface of the skin, and everything will be finalized at the moment the rose blooms - death.
No, it can't be,
My innate pride did not allow me to die so lightly as a feather;
The stinking memories are not allowed. Even though they have faded away, the smell always reminds:
Those who were wrong are still alive,
It's them who are wrong, they are the ones who deserve to go to hell,
In the time when they don't have the ability to become the devil and take them to hell,
Just go and be their angel,
Shine light into their darkness.
Modern fiction has nothing to do with reality
The settings belong to me, and the reading belongs to the viewers.
There are some stories, let me tell them slowly
Updated on April 1, 2022
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Purpose: Don't persuade others to be kind before you have experienced others' ups and downs.