Mother's smile bloomed under the gaze of the man with the crown on his head. They held hands and ran happily to the future behind the door. The person behind, wearing his or her or its mask, with his or her or its purpose, telling his or her or its lies.
The door slammed shut.
The petals fall, with a joyful aftertaste. The sunlight is refracted at a soft angle.
Sad as me, lonely as me, standing in the quiet black.
2. The
vast world is getting bigger and bigger, and there are fewer and fewer loved ones.
Madness is the greatest sobriety, and soberness is full madness.
3.
Survival or destruction, this is a question worth considering.
Death is an adventure, although the adventurer never returns. Conscious followers talk about hearsay experiences, and the process itself. I am consciousness, and consciousness is me. It's just too lonely.
But I have to live. Because I want to bring destruction to another person.
I want revenge! I want revenge!
4.
She stood looking at me from a distance, like a goddess.
I walked towards her, approached her light.
She opened her eyes wide in pity. She wants to see my thoughts and emotions clearly, I know.
Oh no, you don't understand, my angel, my baby.
I can't manage this emotion, I hope you know.
Before blazing her eyes with a cold smile, I closed my eyes and kissed her on the forehead.
5.
My mother, how vulnerable you are.
My father, how bleak you are.
The conscience is wrapped in the body, and it is trembling that I have forgotten; the tears are blurred, please don't melt my will.
I killed a man who tried his best to find out the secrets deep in my heart. He has his philosophy and is a talking clown.
Sorry, your blood donation filled my expressionless face, just because you are not him.
6.
I heard his prayers, his confession, and his anxiety.
I am really confused.
God will redeem everyone, but the sins committed cannot be changed.
The victim was screaming, asking for justice. But what is that? Maybe you don’t need to know. I am an avenger who takes revenge for revenge, weaving my life into a net, waiting for him to throw himself into the net.
7.
I met a good friend from the past who has been dead for many years.
The past is like a bubble, as long as it is punctured, it will not be remembered.
How strong is the soul to have the courage to endure the danger of being forgotten? But the lingering soul only belongs to the greatness, and it is the obscure ones that make up the vast ocean.
Let us all leave a joke in our lifetime and laugh at ourselves.
8.
The man standing in front of me, his anger burned under the calm surface.
I killed his father and pushed his sister into the abyss of madness and death.
I apologize to him, everything stems from my madness.
What does it matter, he said, his eyes rolled up the storm, let's compare.
Under everyone's attention, he and I stood on the opposite side, and the duel began.
9.
This is the end, a bit more than I expected, and a bit less than fate.
Everything is destroyed, all.
Survival or destruction is a question worth considering, and now there is an answer.
Passionate should laugh at me.
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