The wind in the late summer evening set off a heat wave that swept through every corner of the city. The wrinkles on the skirt lifted by the wind were smoothed out in an instant. Is it ambiguous or frivolous? You drink poison to quench your thirst. I don't ask about the return date. At dusk, darkness is coming as expected, and the hostility in the dormant jungle has begun to spread. Is it rebirth or annihilation? I want to knock lightly on the door of hell. The inscription is engraved in my heart...
Intention: Run in both directions for salvation at the end of the road