The Last Singer

As time passes, the world in front of me is an intelligent and cold world, where we can read each other's thoughts. Language is a redundant function and is slowly being eliminated in the theory of evolution. The young leader I once loved, he seemed like a sea with undulating scales of the sun, which gave me the greatest warmth. However, since I became his researcher, more and more filth and ugliness have surfaced. He is the culprit behind depriving modern people of their voices and thoughts. When I was finding out all this, Yishao suddenly disappeared mysteriously, and all the evidence was destroyed. At the same time, I was accused of being related to his disappearance. . .