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I huddled in the corner, in the empty room, I and the man were just in opposition to each other in the corner, looking sleepy and unable to actually rest, the dark figure slowly hiding in my corner.

Even now, my mind seems to be recalling what happened at that time.

Although I don't remember what happened.

Oh, yes......

Everything was so sudden......

Even I seem to be a little abnormal.

"Modi's ......"

I read it in my mouth.

But looking at the person in front of me, curled up in the corner opposite me as if he had never heard of it, holding a murder weapon in his hand, I no longer knew what kind of murder weapon.

She's already asleep......

I guess that's right......

But the trembling lips still make it difficult for me to feel why a person sleeps in such pain.

Is it because of nightmares?

Or is it because of a cold?

The wind outside the window was still howling.

But what did I think in my heart?

"Overwhelmed......"

Perhaps, this is the only explanation.

But I didn't know how to get rid of myself.

Thinking about the scene in front of me where the woman seemed to be extremely clumsy to persuade herself.

Should it be said to be funny?

Oh, yes......

Extremely clumsy diverted the subject, extremely clumsily pulled me out of there.

Maybe I didn't understand it for a while, and I crossed that tunnel in a daze.

But......

I really want to know something from this world.

But......

Can I really do that?

I couldn't help but ask myself this in my heart.

I looked at my hands.

The white and slender fingers, except for the obvious crooked marks on the arms, made it impossible to find any traces of change, but the marks were like a scar, which was stuck in my heart, and people did not want to recall it

Facts from the past.

And also......

What's going on inside the tunnel......

Thinking like this in my heart, I couldn't help but get goosebumps all over my body, and I don't know why.

Looking outside the house, the night sky may really be the wind blowing through the cracks in the windows.

"Maybe......"

I whispered.

But then I saw the person in front of me.

This girl who seems to be almost the same as herself, but from her messy hair, she can't see the innocence she should have at this time.

Instead......

Thinking of this......

I suddenly laughed at myself.

Obviously, before this, he was still waiting for persuasion from others.

The wind of the night is still blowing quietly, like the silent cicada chirping in the dark night.

I looked at the girl in front of me......

But I was secretly thinking about it in my heart.

How the hell did she survive this world?

There is also such a skill, no matter how you look at it, it is not comparable to people like yourself.

What the hell did she go through to become like this?

It seems that he has never been afraid......

Always a calm look.

I thought about the scene when I just came out of that tunnel.

Although it only seems to be deliberately catering to my interests, making a joke like plain water.

She didn't seem to be scared at all......

It's as if you're just drinking cold water.

Should I say that I want to be like this too? Become such a person who sees nothing and is fearless......

Maybe it really is......

She is stronger than she has on the inside.

But what kind of encounter did it turn out to be like this?

I don't know......

The moonlight is still washing the earth like a cloud, casting a mysterious silver veil over this world.

My eyes still seem to be thinking about the day.

The facts that happened in that tunnel.

Like what happened inside......

I clutched my head and tried to remember, but I couldn't remember......

However......

I can't remember, or I refuse to remember.

I may have a deep understanding that once I face such a world carefully, I may be able to face myself.

But whether it was after that happening, or everything before, it was as if after that time, I was like a walking corpse, and I couldn't even observe my surroundings normally......

It's as if you're being left in a world of the past.

How many words, how many emotions.

It's as if they can't wake up anymore.

It's like a creature that has disappeared as it should be.

Make it seem like you've become abnormal since then......

It's boring today.

I'm still worried about this impenetrable future.

Finally...... Finally......

shook his head suddenly, but the feeling of permanence still lingered in his heart.

Sure enough, is he too vulnerable?

Or do you not have great power?

I looked at the girl in front of me again, and she seemed to be still drowsy.

How did you get that calm feeling?

Will you become like this one day?

I do not know.

The wind in the dark night is still so bleak, blowing slowly from such a deep city, but the steel forest does not make people feel a trace of safety, the cement wall can't stop the bleak cold, and the cold that should make people feel will still make people feel a little

I feel the ...... And people are distributed in such a world, obviously so close to each other, but because of the barriers set up by human beings themselves, human beings feel inexplicably estranged, and the high and low lines of sight are up and down, and people are silent

In their own dreams, the cold felt by everyone is so poignant.

Whether it is a child snoring in a dream, or a candidate fighting at night, or a teacher who corrects papers all night, or a human being who works overtime for something, they are all in such a night, breathing silently under the cold.

The wind was blowing slowly, over the deserted streets.

Blowing deep into the mouth of the alley and in the bars and song halls where you try to vent your own because you don't know what to do, in such a drunken and gold-like life, it seems that you can still secretly hear that voice, what does that voice say?

……

I don't know, it's like getting lost in this deep, deep concrete forest.

Only such a towering place stands in the heart, reaching out and wanting to touch.

The wordless memory is slowly being rewritten.

In the midst of this forest......

Maybe I've been walking on my own for too long, but ......

Can you really forget time when you close your eyes?

The childhood frolic of the past seems to be still in my ears.

From the very beginning, it was just an innocent self.

has become the scum he is now......

It's too deep a memory to forget.

It's too heavy a voice to remember.

If you are too tired, where should you go?

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