I thought, maybe I've been waiting for tens of thousands of years. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info This silent and silent world has been with countless days.

I thought that maybe my life should be silent and lonely until the day of destruction.

Ever since I was conscious, I have been a disembodied gas, and when I am in a good mood, I will simulate the human appearance in my memory, and simulate the woman in the enchanting red dress.

Although I don't know who that bewitching and beautiful woman in red is. Where did you come from, where did you go .... It seemed like a sadness that even the conscious body didn't want to recall.

Occasionally, some images appear in my memory, still the bewitching woman in red, but I am not her. I know because there will always be a faint envy that comes out and then disappears when I am not looking.

I can't tell if those images are memories of the bewitching woman or my own memories. I guess it's not my own. I was like a passerby in her life. As my memory faded, I told myself that I was just a passer-by to her.

After all, seeing her occasionally makes me inexplicably resentful, what do you hate? I don't know, maybe it's 10,000 years too long that has worn away my memory, or maybe it's a memory I don't want to remember. I don't think I care, and it's probably time that has worn away my care, and 10,000 years can change a lot of things, including memories.

I tried to remember the things I wanted to remember, including the woman in red, I think I was envious, she laughed when I saw her cry, she loved and hated.

Maybe one day, I forget everything, forget everything, and I will go to destruction, maybe become a speck of dust in the world, maybe become a wisp of wind in the world. It slowly dissipated until it was gone, and there was no more me, an object that did not exist in the Three Realms.

"I've waited for thousands of years, and I can't even see myself.

Is this life for you, or for myself?

Always inadvertently, I saw your figure.

But I don't know, who can see my story?

Life or death? Love, love and hate?

If the sky is lovely, should it be fair to have gray temples?

Listen to you, the word fairness in the world is the rarest,

Existence is an unfair starting line. ”

I really hope that one day I can become a person, just like the woman in red, who has gone through spring, summer, autumn and winter, and tasted love and hatred. Can you never regret existing once.....

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