Maybe in the future, unintentionally,

Memories jump out of their own accord,

Maybe. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Don't easily believe what you hear,

Maybe the boy was actually going to take her somewhere,

Contrary to what he said, "a fun place".

Somewhere in my heart,

It was a trace of a memory that had been experienced, as if it were still there.

Tell her

-- It was a dangerous and scary place.

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It's like where you are right now.

Such a quiet bamboo forest,

It's never been before.

She began to doubt,

Was there a bloody massacre?

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"Hurtful hearts,

Not allowed;

But

the heart of defense,

Indispensable. ”

That's what he used to say to her.

He was so far ahead of her,

Without looking back, he told her this:

"Otherwise,

You may not even know how you died,

It's not particularly clear,

Where was the land easily given results? ”

Did he turn around?

The man in my memory,

Did the man who walked in front turn around?

It was as if she was about to see the man's face.

It's as if she's going to see clearly,

He seemed to turn again......

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As she was about to remember the man's face......

Suddenly, a flying shadow floated in front of her eyes.

There is a flying shadow shuttling through the bamboo forest.

She was suddenly stunned,

Take a closer look:

Moonlight is like water,

Pure and white,

The bamboo shadow swayed slowly,

Shake and sway with the wind.

Look at the ground,

It's mottled.

How did that fly by?

How did that fly?

And how suddenly it went out and suddenly disappeared.

No

She saw the figure fly away in one direction,

Fly away long and far,

It's hard to explain what's there,

What is difficult to explain......

Let her stop.