The flowers that bloom on the earth are swayed slightly by the breeze, and they keep trembling under the sun, hanging down from that golden yellow, reflecting a wisp of amazing brilliance, which is the color of the leaves and vines that spread out from the rhizome and are scorched by the sun in the most subtle places, and the shadows covered in the slight shade are not liberated, but are only hidden in the place where the person is back, hiding their hearts, and people can only see the warm world. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

My pupils kept dilating......

The dark mind is hidden in the innermost, and the consciousness should have been prepared for a long time, but this kind of change still makes me unbearable. Why does everything that should be bleak become a reminder of the world that once was, is it wrong to seek the other side?

What is it for in the gloomy gaze?

Consider why you're upset?

It's because of the taste of lust and lust.

What exactly is it in your hands?

The fact that I should have panicked made my lips tremble again.

When exactly did it all start?

Once again, the heat of the flames resurfaced in my eyes, the night sky looking far away.

Is there still a Ming Dynasty to look forward to?

The outstretched palm, whether you can see such a person again.

Blood...... People like that still seem to be asking me why?

"Son, what are you doing......"

Such a sad sound.

It seemed to be playing in front of me again.

"Forgive me ......"

But why didn't that shine make me sad again?

Coldness is almost not like a human voice.

It was a flush stained by the splatters of blood.

"What are you going to do?"

It is a world that has forgotten the contamination of reason, and dreams have long since become dark and distorted.

With that shuddering sound, it was footsteps on the ground, looping around everything that humans could manifest, everything that was unbelievable.

The rain was dripping, wetting his own body, his hair was scattered, and the water stains flowed over his body, so that he just trembled and walked in such a world, without beginning or ending, walking on such an asphalt road with deep feet and shallow feet.

Mixed with the sad air that floated from the air, it was an atmosphere that made my mouth breathless.

Don't know what's right, and don't know what's wrong.

It's just a matter of believing in something.

In the end, the blood that had fallen from the blood slowly dripped from the tips of his fingers, and finally dripped in circles of ripples in the puddles.

"Hmm......"

The trembling body is so confused, and the tearful but dry eyes are just wandering in the streets with nothing to do, no place to speak, just suppressing their thoughts little by little, comforting their irritability and anxiety, and then pretending to walk very chic over and over again.

The cigarette in his mouth wafted smoke, and while he said that he was a man, he skipped class and mingled outside.

Maybe this kind of behavior is useless even to oneself, but I feel like I have lost the feeling of walking slowly in this world.

Annoyed by his own incompetence, complaining about others.

In times like these, it seems that I am at a loss.

In such a predetermined world, what is the meaning of one's existence?

In the limited life, even the clumsy self is trying to depict the future.

But in a society shrouded in nakedness, what can we do?

While talking about his dissatisfaction, he asked for his pocket money.

Thinking of something, it seems to feel out of place with others.

I felt like I should do something, but I didn't know where to start.

It looks relaxed, but it's obviously heavy in my heart.

I am accustomed to the darkness of midnight, a gentle, warm place, but the pain is always spreading again and again.

Even if you have been looking forward to the future, you do know that it may not exist at all.

While boasting about his words, he disdains the school curriculum.

I used my knowledge to verify all this, only to find that everything was a lie.

I looked like I was going to cry when I was struggling.

But the world that no one understands seems so lonely.

Even if you feel that everyone around you thinks so.

But everything seems to be thinking that this is the way the world is.

In this world, how should I struggle to get out?