In my former soul, the blood of evil and chaos flowed, and those once beautiful flowery moments all flew away in the rebellious and perverted noise, disappeared and never came again. I cried out to my mother helplessly. . mom. . Mother. . . But even she abandoned me with contempt. . .
Now heaven is full of cold, cold, cold and confused atmosphere, like an invisible but airtight big net entangled. . Turn tight. . A piece of black haunts, black and shiny blood black, I redeemed a numb but lustrous body with a fresh but desperate body, I can only use inexhaustible coldness to disguise the deep uneasiness in my heart, I can only use freezing to the end ruthless to fill the void of love and helplessness.
I am a black snow angel, carrying the mission of clearing myself and heading towards the abyss of disillusionment.
abyss. . abyss. . Bottomless abyss. . .
However, you came here, with a gentle smile, walking on a gentle and modest footsteps, late, but arrived gracefully. Your pure white heart washes away my filth, and the soul-stirring emptiness and indifference dissolve in love, releasing a cold romance. The fallen flower watered with the juice of love has a cool luster in the flirtatiousness, giving birth to a delicious flower time. .
It turns out that the killer can also smile with such a warm and eternal face, and dance such a lingering and graceful figure.
PS, in fact, I am more in love with the copycat version of
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