A butterfly fluttered in his palm, a purple flower butterfly.

A knife was deeply embedded in his side, the knife should have been a dazzling silver white, the white knife went in, the red knife came out, I don't know how many times it went in and out, and finally the knife was dyed crimson.

The knife is so smooth, whether it is blood or tears, it will slide off with a light flick.

It's not easy to dye a knife red.

It's going to kill a lot of people.

The butterfly shook its tentacles, jumped twice in his palm, blinked its eyes, as if coquettish, and flapped its wings, as if asking for a hug.

He stared blankly at the butterfly in his hand for a long time, revealing a smile that had not appeared for a thousand years, as if his heart full of killing also showed signs of dust.

He was as happy as a child, and he held the butterfly and pouted, wanting to kiss the beautiful butterfly gently, but at this moment, the butterfly trembled, could no longer stand, closed its eyes, fell, and lost its life......

The rivers and lakes are like dreams, the years are like songs, the beauties are like jade, and the swords are like rainbows.

This red dust is ridiculous, killing the whole world, dyeing white hair with blood, in exchange for a wisp of remnant soul, in exchange for a dream!

People always touch the mantra on their head when they lose, telling themselves that they are forced to do so.

Flowers bloom all over the earth, and they are withered seeds planted by a woman during her lifetime. She didn't open it when she was alive, but she opened it so badly after she died.

He once smiled and said, "Fool, how can you grow live flowers and plants on the sun?"

She smiled: "Flowers have a reblooming day, and people are proud again." One day, when the fragrance of flowers fills the world, butterflies will definitely come to visit. ”

He nodded her nose, "How do you know butterflies are coming?"

"Because I'm the butterfly. ”

......

He snapped his eyes open.

The butterfly in her hand has long since disappeared, a beautiful woman lies among the flowers, the true sun blooms for her, the butterfly puts out the fire for her, time stays for her, and the years are eternal for her.

A crystal tear slipped from the corner of her eye, and after the tears, the oil ran out, the lamp withered, the fragrance faded away, and the Yiren was gone......

The reason why she turned into a butterfly was to influence a killing heart, and the reason why she shed tears was because she could no longer have an afterlife.

Butterflies blink.

Every time a butterfly blinks, an extra star appears in the sky.

When a butterfly's life dies, the star will turn into a meteor.

Butterflies look forward to love with a blink of an eye, and meteors witness love with a falling ending.

Lovers will make a wish on the meteor without blinking, praying that they will turn into butterflies in the next life and fly like wings.

A butterfly calculates the length of its life by the number of wings it spreads, and a person uses responsibility to measure the meaning of her life.

Some people's lives are as short as butterflies, but they are as bright as shooting stars, fleeting, and eternal.

Di Yunfeng really loved this woman too much, so he pulled out the knife beside him.

Actually, this kind of place, this kind of world, he really doesn't care anymore......