Dreams are like silk, sneaking into the country;
Sad thoughts deceive, mistaken hope;
Looking at love, my heart feels numb;
Cut off this love and think about the next life;
Don't think about separation, what's the point of love;
Confused, everything is like clouds;
Floating in the air, everything is like a dream,
Why is this necessary, what is love;
Broken black hair, broken love and hate;
The heart is dead, don't think about it;
Breaking up love and hatred are all illusions;
Confused and busy, love and hate last forever.
——"Broken" By Zi Mo
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Intention:
Why add a god of death?