Syllable.

Syllable.

Syllable.

The sound of the falling pole was muffled.

The husband in the palace beats the man.

I know it's time.

I pushed open the door and walked out into the courtyard and looked up at the sky.

There was a bright moon hanging alone in the inky sky.

That bright moon is like a cold scimitar waiting to be released.

The surrounding halo carries a chill in the forest.

The hunting blade hung in the air, waiting to be unsheathed.

He can harvest the lives of his prey as long as he wants.

Below us.

These sentient beings are the objects of his blood.

In the middle of the night, a dark palace hides in the depths of this royal city.

No one knew that beneath this exquisite palace was a pile of corpses.

It is dressed in a beautiful palace costume that touches the heart, and holds a treasure that cannot be sought.

brought an endless stream of "friends".

They play and frolic and think it's heaven on earth.

But I didn't know that this was the Yama Hell.

As long as you gently peel off the layers of its gorgeous and shining coat, you can see the white bones.

Here, he and I will all be bones!

I know it's impossible for him to come back or not!

From the beginning to the present, we have always been on the same journey.

This is how they should be.

At the moment, he and I were on the side of a cliff, about to fall into the abyss.

We are alone.

We have no one to redeem.

The monsters of the city are devouring the will of the people inside.

They feed on our terror, our struggles.

They are also huddling together to keep warm.

In this huge capital, no one can be wanton.

No one can be alone.

We are all chess pieces, and life and death are in the hands of the chess player.

This city is Sex and Desire.

It is also the city of life and death.

I watched the snow fall silently.

It overlaps layers and seems to bury everything.

It will freeze all the filth and disgusting truth with the night.

I regret it!

I shouldn't have gotten him back!

I'd rather say goodbye to him early on that winter day!

Decline, decline, no return!

(Translation: It's dark, it's dark, why don't you go home yet.) ）

(This sentence is from the poem "National Style, Wind and Decline")

Wildly.

No return.

We are in a dilemma!

In this "fate" of fate, we are left alone.

I finally learned that life trapped in the mire cannot have light.

I am a mire.

He is the light.

At the same time, there is such a person in the world.

Those who hide in the darkness will not survive when they see the light.

Because they will pull the light into hell.

Assimilation through this.

Thus obliterating.

But they don't know that light is called light.

It's because it's different.

It is to bring warmth.

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