Please hang on to the light that belongs only to you...
All fear comes from the unknown.
The black mist dispersed, the blood-red moon reflected in the blood pool, crows stared longingly, and the flowers all withered. "Crack!" The door was completely locked, and a memory was lost in the black mist. He stepped fearfully on the grass with blood left behind. "Pop... Crack..." The sound of nervous footsteps resounded throughout the mist.
"Child!"
The black shadow stopped and began to retreat gradually, saying something in his mouth. The black fog was too big, and everything had already entered midnight. The light of the blood moon illuminated the wreckage lost in the night, but everything in front of him became darker. Only the sound of approaching footsteps became louder and louder.
"Child, here it is!"
The pale yellow back reflected in front of his eyes, he stretched out his warm and wrinkled hands and looked at them with a smile. "Mom... Mom?" Listen, it is the sound of the wind blowing, and no matter how loud the "tick" sound is, I don't know whose tears are falling.
The back figure disappeared again, without giving anyone a chance to pounce on her. Another burnt-yellow photo danced in the wind and drifted away. The person in the wind did not stop, watching the butterflies playing in the night and carrying everything further.
The fire burns through the heart, and the "scorched" face slowly walks out of the photo, pushing the amnesiac person into the abyss. In the memory, she spreads her wings, hugs the poor child in the abyss, and says goodbye softly:
"Mom... I will always love you..."
Intention:. . . None
