Telling in the light, the roses are already thorns. The young man who once had a smile on his face raised the bright red muzzle. Is there something murmuring in the young man's dull pupils? Reflecting the shadow of death, I am with sin.
The snow is falling and the world is prosperous. At some point, a pair of gentle hands touched the young man's cold hands.
Those words live on "Put down the gun, will you? It tells that the warm heart will beat again."
The young man's dull pupils were covered by a pair of scarred hands, "Don't look, don't witness, this world is full of thorns."
The boy's love is expressed in his heart, his love is passionate, but it is trapped in a cage.
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