Possessing a powerful force beyond life and death, but unable to embrace his lover, as long as everything is powerful, there are a pair of scissors hands burning the flames of hell. Sometimes, I just want to gently brush the sideburns behind my lover's ears, but I can't do it. The heart is full of sharp and fine teeth, biting at itself all the time, how much restraint it takes to whitewash the surface elegantly and calmly.
It's like Dracula in "Four Hundred Years of Fright", violent, bloodthirsty, cruel, and terrible. But he endured four hundred years of loneliness, eroded his face and conscience, buried himself in the soil like a carrion to absorb nutrients, made peace with the snake girl, and lived in the body of the beast... just to live, only to strive to live To see her again.
The most painful scene in the movie is that the werewolf where Dracula is boarding takes possession of Lucy. Amidst the weird and strong lust storm, he sees his lover Mina, hides his face and goes away hurriedly, crying sadly "no, no" See me."
When he absorbed enough power, he turned into a prince, standing on the bustling roadside, staring at Mina, and yelling "see me...see me..." in his heart,
just to be young and reincarnation. The beauty of her renewed the front line, just to have a face that dared to face her, he hurt too many innocents without hesitation. Love is so selfish that it is so touching.
No, if a person is handsome, rich, interesting, and understands you better than another, he must be chosen. If we choose a person, it can only be because of love. It's hot and can't be restrained. Love is the original sin of the Garden of Eden, and only this is enough to fight against all sins.
However, I dare not, even if he walks barefoot on the flame stone steps of hell, he sinks step by step, and his heart is sweet. But he refuses to hurt the purity of another person.
When I was young, I read a book about vampires. I only remember that it was written that many people in that city became vampires. At night, they went to the living people’s windows in all kinds of temptations and pleaded hard. Vampires cannot enter the house without permission, so they become the most irresistible appearance of you, the most beloved lover, the dead child... begging hard. That kind of sadness and sorrow tortured your ears and nerves all night, until you know the ending, but you still say, come in.
I was so scared to read that book. I sat alone on the bed at night and looked at the moonlight outside the window and thought, if it were me, I would not be able to survive it.
When I grew up, I discovered that there is a kind of vampire called loneliness. The milky white moonlight turned away outside the window, flowing everywhere, missing.
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