Red Sun

A dream has always remained in my memory. Sarcoids and corpses fell from the sky, and the scarlet skirts of countless girls floated lightly in the air. I held a red umbrella and walked along the street, ignoring the smell of corpses and the screams of others. The goal of walking and the end point of walking are now blurred. The only thing that is clear is that before the dream ended, I looked down at the umbrella in my hand, but my eyes no longer fell on the umbrella, but on a pair of legs, a girl's legs. Upward, is the red dress I have seen before. The red sun that swallows up all life and regret. Prequel: "Sadists Around the World" Postscript: "The Garden of Eden" and "Trax" Eat a lot of books, which are essentially independent essays. Intention: The red sun that swallows all life and regret