(Stare at the abyss, stare at it! Don't make a sound... Just pray and drown the earth!) These are the stupid words said by the evening wind, but they have nothing to do with me.
{Unit stories, many types}
Recently, I was imagining an article, in which ancient and modern times interpenetrate each other, and the fate is united, "Guests come from nowhere"...
Intention: Ordinary life, ordinary life, they all have indelible love and hatred