As I walked towards the grotto, I seemed to remember the lyrics I had written at the piano at home. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

【Devil's Side】

When you are born,

I am the Silent One, so quiet that I can only cry,

Crying and crying, it seems to cry out of touch with the world,

The silent, the one who does not speak,

Those eyes, stupid will not mock,

Whatever you say, it's as if you're too powerless,

Like this world, there is no life, and I don't know what to pursue anymore,

Those tears are hidden in the bottom of my heart, and if you cry, you will lose,

New, but still sad, in the box, secretly,

If you don't live in your own world, you will be restrained and provoked.

Don't speak, how can deception be fake,

Mouth, sealed, don't speak, tears, imprisoned, don't flow to others, in the darkest box, the seed of tears, throw it into it and let it sprout.

Don't speak, forget to speak, the world will be quieter, and the surroundings will be more peaceful.

It was dark in front of me, and lighting a heart candle was actually like that.

The orange-red lamp shines on the pale face, the desire is shattered, and I slowly reminisce about my childhood, the world is too complicated, and I blame myself for blowing my hair up.

In fact, I just want a home, and then go to the wandering to sprout.

When I was born, I grew up to become someone else, and finally realized that when I lost myself, the beautiful bubble was actually vulnerable, and in the end, I went home.

That extra warmth, warmth, that orange light gives me some warmth and hope, I don't care.

If you are drunk and evil in your heart, you will have a few more nightmares and be comfortable, and you will admit that you are lying and cheating, will you be afraid or not, and bump into the devil.

Put honesty aside, and the claws tear the heart.

Sincerely, memories are always unavoidable, and sometimes I can't hold back my fear when joking.

Bullying a small flower and stepping on a small grass.

When the mind is quiet, I feel guilty when I think of it, everything is so quiet, and if I am not impetuous, I will be afraid of the devil, but how beautiful this devil is.

The devil unleashes beautiful fairy tales, devours people's souls, imprisons them in darkness, is deceived into making them not like themselves, and they always tell you all kinds of lies with good intentions, but the ending is always disappointing and even tragic.

The heart is extremely pure, I just want to have a home, this home belongs to me, outside the window is the utopian myth of the souls, the fairy tale is full of minions, and after a long time, the mask that has been removed is so hideous and terrible.

After a long time, it seems that I have forgotten what I want, and what kind of life I want has been thrown away, always following the trend, and finally being more lonely.

Devil Devil, what is the most terrible thing in this world, that beautiful, beautiful, when he got closer, he sucked a big mouthful of blood and was even more afraid.

One day in a certain year, a certain month, I woke up to see how fierce and terrible the world is, in the summer, on a certain day, open the diary, it seems that there is only one person left, but one person is also very good, at least himself, can be his own companion.

Devil, devil, I no longer want to talk much, and I no longer want to listen to you tell beautiful lies, when you deceive the world, one day, people will wake up to the fact that all the deceptions you have been have have been have not been what people think, the events are not what people think, only the world is not what they want.

Powerful is the greatest right to speak, devil, devil, you absorb the essence of people's thoughts, at the mercy of all greed.

The stairs layer by layer, under the time button, kept getting bigger and distorted, and people's hideous faces began to twist and distort.

After all, this world is a deception, some people don't want to believe it, some people want to believe it, but in essence, it's still a deception, and there will always be devils in this world.

But in the process of sowing false lies in seven states, hundreds of countries, and billions of people, people will always wake up, and people will always begin to realize how beautiful and poisonous that deception is.

The devil, the devil, you are a dagger, wandering in all kinds of twisted human nature, everyone is quietly stung by you, but they don't know it, they still believe in sweet beauty, you are always quiet, in countless dark nights, to those crying children, feed them some gummies, all kinds of sweets, to comfort them, to make them obedient.

But one day, even if you don't expose these deceptions, you will slowly wake up to the most beautiful things, but the least touchable.

The devil, it has 100,000 kinds of masks, hidden in tens of thousands of corners, but you pick it up, put on this mask, and start to live in a muddy way, and you are unknowingly stunned by the devil.

I hope that one day the world will be quiet, and no one will be willing to talk anymore, and no one will be willing to use lies anymore.

People's mouths are ruthlessly sealed, and they can only use eye contact, breathing, heartbeat, seven emotions and six desires, and silent dancing to express their love and hatred for the world around them.

They will live very truthfully, and I hope that no one in the world will tell a lie, and the world will be so noisy when it is so peaceful.

Let the squirrels sleep quietly, on the pine trees, sleep quietly, hold the pine cones, fall asleep beautifully, people are too noisy and impetuous, live like clowns, like circus clowns, of course, please be quiet, don't make a sound, the devils will slowly disappear.

The world can also become cleaner, less routine, more sincere, people start to trust each other, people don't have to wear masks and are as far away as the Milky Way.

If the world gets better, I won't stop.

I want to make the world quiet, so that the heart can breathe, people can let go of all kinds of ugliness, people can become more beautiful, and the devil will slowly disappear.

When the devil is more powerful, people's superficial entertainment cannot bring real happiness to the heart, and it stings each other, and the heart closes even more.

One day, one year, one month, and one day, I slept quietly on any lawn, basking in the soft sun, surrounded by some small animals, but we were originally a member of nature, but we wrapped ourselves so tightly that we restrained ourselves like a layer of iron armor, and in order to protect ourselves, we also made ourselves more tired.

The devil shuttles through countless places, looking for the next drop of blood for himself and enjoys it incomparably, but the devil is constantly raised by them, and people turn their heads and wake up, the devil is haunted, devouring how many people's feet and souls, one day, the sun does not have to rise, but the shackles will slowly open.

Recalling the lyrics I wrote before, which are also poems, in short, I always can't help but want to express some emotions and feelings, and I have some feelings about the experience, which I express in many ways.

My Taobao figure store,Now it's temporarily closed because of the doctor.,The figure store sells all kinds of game figures.,After all, I also have those interests in it.,And you can make the right amount of money.。

But thinking about the future life, the doctor has also convinced me before, it seems that he has entered a top-secret investigation, and the degree of secrecy and difficulty seem to be that the doctor said that even the senior police can't do it, and it is also because of desire, demand, and mystery that pull me.

My life was originally peaceful, but on the night of the Beijing Winter Olympics, it suddenly changed and turned upside down.

I realized something very incredible, something I hadn't thought of before.

As for the secrets of Hainan Island, the secrets of the Sanlitun underpass in Beijing, and so on, they are always pulling me, and they seem to have a force to let me discover things that I once did not know about China and even the world.

The wind blew softly in the hole, and without the feeling of the strong wind that had been before, the Doctor and I, Hundred, walked over.

The Doctor gave me a military dagger for self-defense, and then used a sniper lens revolver to protect myself, and Hundred, who was responsible for lighting the route with a flashlight.

There are some reserves of dry food and water, as well as a very important survival and exploration artifact, fire.

I'm going to find out, of course, the whole thing is actually me and Baihao are still in the dark, and it is the doctors who know more about it, as if we are really just tools for one of his big goals.

But the fanged bats that crawled on the rocks above my head before were still the Doctor who helped me, and I still have to be grateful.

We walked to the mouth of the cavern where the detonator had blown it up, and Hundred shone his flashlight inside.