Who I am? I don't know. Who is he? I don't know. Where? I don't know. Do what? I don't know.
There is no blood, but there is a flow of heat circulating in the body. His whole body was scarlet, with blood dripping from the mottled red marks that couldn't flow or be wiped off. Upward is white, ethereal, fuzzy, thrilling, free and refreshing, standing above the floating world. Raising his hand, it melted into white and waved, as if groping in the dark and empty space, everything was missing.
There is a thin layer of ice underneath, and the water is sleeping here, never flowing, as if there is air between the ice layer and the water, and the water is squeezed tightly. The brilliant ice is not stained with scarlet. So strange. Um? Puzzled.
Bang bang bang bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. Keep banging. Why is thin ice so thick? Um? Puzzled.
——It finally cracked. Jump, find, hold, get up. Under the ice he emerged from deep water. So beautiful. Um? Pretty? Still puzzled. Unfortunately, he couldn't wake up.
* Hugged him tightly, her body couldn't help trembling, tears squeezed out of her eyes, streaked across, and dripped on his naked body.
I say: I'm sorry.
Concept: Water is like a mirror. If there is no mirror, then water is used. There are layers of fog, who is trapped in it?