In summer, the breeze is rippling, and everything I want to keep and preserve is scattered with the wind. I run and try to catch it, but it is always in vain. I could only helplessly watch them leave slowly. The last memory was wrapped and re-wrapped in paper, and preserved, but it was permanently isolated from the hands outside the package. I could not remember being cut and scratched.
Maybe I should have known when summer came, that I wanted a hug, but what I was waiting for was just an ethereal touch. I want to keep it, lock it up. What is trapped is a soulless self. The rotten smell filled my whole body, it was my thoughts that had been dead for many years, corroding my body. And how come my body is filled with such ordinary things?
Should have known that when I picked it up. It was just an expected accident on my part, and it became even more out of control later on. At that time, the feeling of satisfaction was boiling in my heart, and I wanted it to fill my whole body. The tingling was replaced by satisfaction, it was separating my skin, leaving these lines of pleasure. I am addicted to it, and I want to complete this beautiful painting more and more uncontrollably. Maybe after completing it, I will be scarred and dying. But my incorruptible thoughts were creeping into my brain. Changing my view of the world...
He Yu's last creation before leaving was voluntary. Thriller, fear, emotions, and a bright world. This is what he wants, ambition.
"I came here voluntarily, I came here to have fun, so I won't save you."
"... Really?"
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