Suddenly came back to God. I found two lines on my cheeks, which were not wiped clean.
Child, what is reflected in your transparent pupils is actually the feasting of Tingsha, those loves are bright and moving.
Of course, it finally got colder.
Can't bear to say, can't say, can't say.
That ups and downs of mourning. Pick it up in your heart. The heavy curtains are slanted, so chaotic that I can't help myself.
This is divided into two bizarre camps, the children's castle and the adults' world. Sudden confrontation.
There is a maze in the castle. The world is full of puzzles.
The girl with curly long eyelashes was afraid to be fascinated by the wall, and the gate of the castle was tightly closed. Someone peeped, no one pushed away.
It turns out that the so-called fetters are just like this, no one cares about it and has no time to pay attention. Including the unhappy mother.
The girl buried her head and hugged her shoulders, the west wind hurried past but accidentally scratched the window lintel, a few suspicious thoughts, and an unspeakable sadness. The girl closed the door tightly. Go down the winding stairs. One step at a time, deep and desperate. So the goat-headed god embraced her. Ghostly smile.
It says: child. I give you a whole world, and give you full prosperity.
Sweet temptation, ecstasy instigation. So far, there is no going back. The maze has been opened. The music box jingled and began to write. When the spiral stops when exhausted. The story will be finished.
The suffocating silence that came to an abrupt end was a source of sadness I knew already.
child. That's actually your best home.
The world does not know, the world pretends not to know. The world keeps building its walls. Horizontally protruding, oddly shaped. Horror, suspicion, and dull eyes behind every wall, withered white roses, and tough dead ashes tampered with the changing seasons. Always so cold. There is an unspeakable ambiguity in the air. secreted breath. Poisoned the girl's only hope.
Mother passed away. The world did not tremble in the slightest. It's just that the old castle is getting crumbling.
The god of sheep's head, waiting, smiling. He was standing behind the girl all the time. I know, she doesn't know.
The castle belongs to the world after all. The axe of the world is furious to cut off everything. The child thought that he had escaped to the deep underground, curled up in the corner of the labyrinth and could see the green wave going east, the swan goose and the cloud fish. But this fantasy of not being able to get out of the shackles, the impact with all his strength is already ethereal.
The note fades out. Sporadic impetuousness is no longer leisurely.
The final chapter, what should I say, children will eventually grow into adults. A child who will become an axe and hammer in the world, unwilling to leave the castle. died.
The purest blood, the key to unlocking heaven, is probably like this. Warm, clear, and translucent mixed with confusion. The girl probably understood, so she smiled and sacrificed herself.
Ferocious was washed away by this purity. Look around and repent everywhere.
Baby, don't cry. No more grief and escape. I go to sleep when you are drunk. With a small pillow, Huadie is still Mengyue, and the future will be eternal happiness.
this brave boy. Like a mirror, above the blue sky. No regrets.
Pan Shen looked too early, the Harry Potter-esque thick background, the meticulous expression drawing, taught me the long voice of tearful sadness.
My favorite is the lullaby, the loving maid, choked up, gave the girl a wonderful fantasy. One voice, one sentence. It is difficult to tell the separation of meaning, and the long-term hatred of separation. It is not vulgar sensationalism that guides the thoughts of the spectators.
After reading it for a long time, I still feel a pain in my heart, and I deceive myself and do not want to believe the ending. Do we all have a painful fact that kills the other self in the process of growing up? Either suicide or homicide. Life shouldn't be so cruel. I'm just being substituted, and I'm almost unable to get out. Remember or forget, how to balance the irritable contradiction. Maybe it's the one I should reflect on the most.
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