(The new article "Under the Lamp" has been published and will be updated daily. Everyone is welcome to come and judge~)
I walked numbly in the world, and inadvertently raised my head to look up at the sunset line at dusk, when an afterimage drew an arc on the bloody horizon, as if for a moment the figure was dancing with the sunset.
Blood splattered on my skirt, and the moment before blackness fell, I saw the bleeding sky and Luo Changhuan's body in front of me.
The cold water soaked through me, and the pink sunset was just like the dusk when he died, but I unexpectedly returned to that afternoon.
Should I save him? Can I save him? Can't I save him? I...
I can save him.
It must be possible.
The white shirt is swaying in the cycle, like a toppling building, and the annihilated virtue is like a crumbling bicycle, torn apart in the past.
But what is really cyclical, is it endless time, or boundless obsession and pain?
After a long time, maybe it was just one afternoon, I saw the blood-red sky again.
Everything was over. I slowly closed my eyes. The moment before black fell, there was a bleeding sky and half a white shirt.
"It's too late, I know, it's too late, but Azi, I love you."
"This story may be buried in dust, or it may be read inadvertently one day in the future, so be it, leave everything to the years and the wind."
Intention: Redeem yourself, in the past that goes against the current.