On the summer night when the cicada died, she asked me if growing up was so miserable.
The sea mist filled the galaxy, the gaze was like a torch, and the cheetah bit the skin like a revenge.
The candle oil overflowed the lampstand and flowed slowly, and the mouse was burned and drowned in the lava.
Othello, king, general, king, indescribable love and hate.
The summer when I was sixteen, I made a mistake.
After that, when I talk about summer, I can only think of the word wither.
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Will love disappear because of this?
I have seen this summer in all its glory.
Since then, the sky in spring, the fallen leaves in autumn, and the white snow in winter have become poison in my eyes.
The child said, you never had me, but I had the complete you a long time ago.
Confused love flows in the dark, the eroded summer forms a river of asphalt, and the girl sleeps in a dream.
Outside the protective shield is a trapped beast that eats people, and she doesn't want to wake up.
Sanity is a curse, madness is the true freedom.
Intention: Dance with me.
Let's dance together until tomorrow.
