The rain and snow are like vines, floating in troubled times.
It seems like a ridiculous dream.
——"I don't know what else to write. There are no warm and brilliant eternal flowers blooming on my barren land."
"The dawn in the snow is worthless."
There are thousands of bright times, and there are three records of floating life.
——·Memoir·——
Later, the white night was very bright. I melt into the sunset.
I just remember that day your tears were holy blue, and the snow-white wings slowly unfolded behind you.
I see you bathed in the sun and the sacred white dove flying over your head.
You look at me and smile at me.
"My story is too long. How about I tell you slowly?"
…
The white feathers pass by and the breeze hides.
Holy light brings all things to life.
How should we judge this life?
Amo doesn't know.
This life has passed too long. It was so long that even she couldn't remember what she looked like.
Strange shadows flashed through the memories. The dazzling sunlight reflects the bright blue star like the crescent moon in my memory. The wind chimes on the headband were ringing, and the devil in the mirror looked at the flawless face carved by God himself and smiled mockingly.
Amidst the bustle of people, someone seemed to pass by.
Will eternal loneliness be her destination?
Each vivid person and each vivid event in the memory will flash by like a revolving lantern. Like a plate of loose sand, it falls apart when touched and can never be put back together again.
Born in the world without a name or surname, wandering around without a way back. Perhaps just like her name, she has become a stranger before she reaches the end.
Just like the winter many years ago, when the bustling scenery flashed by, together with the years of ignorance, we plunged into the abyss of eternal destruction.
The divine wind seemed to have blown in many places, and it was still blowing tirelessly even in the vision before death.
Amo has traveled to many places in his life and seen many different people and things. Her pulse had long been frozen in the absolute zero-degree snow, and she was used to looking ahead. But when I stopped one day and looked back, my memory was already blurry.
——"It's always cold at high places, but I'm cold by nature, so I'm at a high place."
In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest.
A moment of pleasure during the day,
The laughter fades away at night.
"Sigh of Shaohua"
Those were the words Jiang Xinyue wrote under the light later.
She said,
In fact, a long time ago,
Amo understood.
Memories are just an endless road.
When night falls,
The road behind you is paved with stars,
Bits and pieces of those past days will pass away,
What is really left is eternal loneliness.
…
"The world of strangers is pure for nine hours"
Purpose: Analyze the depths of human nature, simulate social life, explore love and betrayal, and the definitions of black and white.
