When did I start ......

It's gone?

Let me think about when I became what I am now, disappearing into the world little by little.

The body that danced like a bubble in the sunlight dissolved into the unchanging air, and then with the part of the body, and then with the part of the soul, from beginning to end again was a dazzling dream, from nowhere to nowhere, strange and completely unfamiliar feeling jumped out of the mind, perhaps the hammer was no longer enough to explain this feeling, it was more like an unknown pain.

In the interval of smug thoughts, he opened all the things in his head in an instant, and then handed it to the monster who had no brains at all, and asked it to sweep away all its brains, and then clap its hands and leave.

There are fewer and fewer things to remember. The brain is now almost unable to comprehend and parse what it has created, and then memories begin to disappear based on this mechanism.

In the end, it's the last.

I was immersed in the void, sometimes insane, sometimes multi-personality, sometimes asleep.

I don't know exactly when I'm awake.

"Are you awake?"

"You're back?"

"Long time no see."

It's just that every time, every time, she's there for me.

It was a beautiful woman.

She is relatively short, her face is relatively translucent white, she has short hair, the hair quality of the short hair is quite good, and there are no traces of calluses or laborers on her body.

What am I here for?

"Are you...... Who? "It's just that when I actually asked, she suddenly stopped talking again, just looking at me.

I'm a stranger now.

Now my mind is like picking up the corpse of an urban parasite from a rancid and gloomy sewer, pouring the mud and blood from that corpse into my not-so-intact city of memories.

I'm bothered.

But the haunting itself is also something that is remembered, and I can't quite remember it anymore.

"I won't forget you." I don't know what the woman in front of me is like, and I don't know what she is.

In fact, I had no idea what I was or what I was for.

It's just that I always feel that she is important.

I don't know why she's important.

Sometimes I woke up again and saw her again.

I watched as I woke up and seemed awake.

The haze, which fluttered towards the twilight in a trance, wrapped around my fingers to circle my thoughts, covering me from looking out, and I could only look at me and feel that I could remember everything, but I couldn't say it and couldn't see it.

It's the part that people can't understand.

I have created a mind that is omniscient and omnipotent, that can easily create memories that others cannot remember, but that people cannot understand and accept. There is no way to know the greatness and existence of such thoughts.

Just to say if I actually made it.

I often get caught up in such doubts.

I often think about it, and I suddenly fall asleep, and my mind suddenly can't notice me, like a child who has turned off the TV, and once he knows that crying and fussing is meaningless, he will only agree with it.

I wake up with thoughts all the time.

So I often forget things.

No, no, dear audience friends in front of the curtain, I will forget, not the name of the beautiful lady - she never told me - I just forget, I will see you for the reason.

Sometimes I suddenly notice that in front of my powerless screen, there are a few more unknown shadows, existing and then disappearing.

I don't know what those are, I feel like you.

But......

I.

The current state.

Probably not too good.

My thinking is often fragmented.

Wake up again and again under the sorrow of the lady.

I think there's something on the screen that can help her.

But apparently not, probably not.

What am I like to stop understanding myself?

Yes, how could there be my shadow in this drowsy palace, in the dead silence where there was not even the wind, what kind of person was I, what kind of world was it.

The cold wind blew through my eyelids, but it was my hair that blew it, and I couldn't help but feel a chill, or maybe I was in the midst of this boundless fear, or maybe I had ulterior motives, just silently imitating myself.

"Where is this?" I finally asked this question one day inadvertently, and I regretted it the moment it came out.

The cold inside the palace was getting closer to me, and I could feel the frost in the air around me, as if I could already see the white gas rushing out of my body rushing towards the cold palace, making it finally warm up a little.

But this is just my fantasy about me, an unrealistic non-existent thing.

I seemed to be able to interrupt my speech and thinking in a panic, but I didn't do so, perhaps because in this silent thinking, I could finally find a trace of the truth in the cracks, the light of the trees crossed the ground, its temperature seeped into the dirt and dust, but suddenly disappeared.

What the hell is this? What the hell am I?

A moment of peace. Another moment of fear.

It seems that there is a feeling of self-love in my heart, and there is a pity for myself.

Shadow is obviously too lively, lifeless and too casual, and I think I should use better words around this beautiful Shikiki Eihime, but I always feel that it shouldn't be described in too positive terms, at least not yet.

All souls are dark.

Very good.

"I, like." I laughed to myself, "I've almost forgotten everything." ”

"I ......" Shiki Yinghime wanted to speak.

"But Little Shiji, how could I be like this. But yes, I do. "I seem to be talking.

But at this time, I still remember Shiki-eihime, and I thought she was there. What kind of being I am now, how can I make myself understand myself.

Is my memory coming back or is it all gone? What do I remember? For example, my love, or for example, what am I holding onto?

What do I mean exactly? Do I remember my name?

There are so many problems with me, that my broken head can't hold my doubts, and I'm a little unwilling, unwilling to let myself fall like this, but I don't seem to be in pain, or disgusted with myself.

I'm still Qin Deng.

I'm still twenty-five at seven.

"Let me tell you a joke, Little Shiki." He smiled and said, "Death penalty ......"

Time begins to turn.