"Groaning ......"

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I found myself choked up and couldn't speak.

It's hard to say so much.

Such a woman,

Such a weak woman,

Who would have thought that she was the killing ground of the battle,

What about the cold murder weapon that kills people without blinking?

She is not a murder weapon.

Her birth was not supposed to be an exploit.

It shouldn't be an unreal affair, except to kill or kill.

She's a woman.

should be like a woman,

Like an ordinary woman being cared for,

Taken care of,

Warmly cared for,

Pampered......

It's just that...... How to pamper?

How to bear it?

How to do it?

And how to commit to it?

The promise of that lifetime,

It was a promise that was clearly false......

How do you let him say it?

And how should he open his mouth to deceive her?

Give her an impossible promise that is clearly vacant,

And let her wait in vain?

But before he tried to explain something,

The woman spoke,

The woman spoke coldly:

"Or for her, right?

Or is it for the spirit?

You are separated from me for the sake of the Spirit, right? ”

The wind is like a sword, like a sword.

Not blowing,

It's cutting,

Cutting the flowers on the branches,

Cutting the most beautiful time of the flower season,

Cut the most beautiful red.

Scattered and shattered in the wind,

That's the beauty of softness......

The cruelty of destruction and suppression in the cold and cold,

It was a shattered piece that could no longer be recovered.

Suddenly, however, he burst out laughing.

But it was as if he was laughing and bleeding.

Mockery, but as if it were a bitter mockery.

Listen in the ear,

Fall in the heart,

But it's such a heartache.

So heartbroken,

But it's so true.

His words were true: "That's right.

I'm really for her...... For the Spirit! ”

He looked earnestly into her eyes and said word by word.

The wind and flowers are scattered and disappearing, and the air is lost......