May the Dawn

Thoughts are as numerous as the stars in the sky. "Wow", "Wow" With a whimper, the bastard twisted his neck, shook his exploded head from side to side, and flicked his head - his stomach was churning, and the torrent rushed straight to his throat. "Woo!" He vomited in a puddle and his clothes were sticky to the floor. The fool fell down weakly, with his limbs spread out, his mouth wide open, his eyes widened, and his eyes were far away. "Woo, woo woo" Under the messy dirty hair, there are twisted facial features. The fool squeezed out two tears. Thoughts, I can't come back~