Suddenly woke up, still see the years quiet. ——The inscription stepped on the dry branches all over the ground, and their crisp whine could be heard incessantly. Every step that goes far, it is the sound of breaking again. I listened to it as if the marrow was opening up one by one, as if the support of life was disintegrating. Indulging in the sometimes messy and sometimes regular sounds, I walked quietly into the depths of the woods, where the slender branches became more and more lonely and dry. Like the wind whistling through the hall through the gap between the trees. I couldn't help shivering, and there were no leaves and no clouds. Even a few smears of jackdaw's black will make this layered, different shades of withered yellow slightly more vibrant. I stroked the bare tree, rubbing my fingers on its old, fragile skin. The bare bark rustled to the ground. The last word you say is like a hole in your chest, the red hot juice will always ignite a raging fire, burning the entire forest. But I have stepped on every twig on the ground, and the forest is still as usual. Can't touch the heart and lungs I want to tear, can't touch the love grave that I want to burn. The night dew was heavy and wet my clothes. It's like I fell asleep in the woods, and the insects and butterflies are sleeping peacefully with me. Empty places always seem quiet and undisturbed, and your words, which I miss in my heart, are also buried with me. Nightmares continued, the wind continued, and the wheels of age began to roll again. I don't know if I'm walking with it, or if I've been crushed and pieced together countless times as the gears intertwine. Why have the trees in my eyes never had green buds, and why have the meadows in my eyes never had red flowers. "Here, may I sleep here forever. Escape from the shackles of the dirty world, from the nasty flesh. Eyes, look at you one last time; arms, hold you one last time; lips, where you breathe, with a kiss Sealed. Make an eternal deal with death." You left, but the phantom appeared when I was in extreme self-abuse. This time, in order to feel you more truly, I stand on the edge of the cliff. The churning water below, amuses my grief. The stone fled to it, and I jumped, as if staying in the air for a long time. The wind supported the sinking body and could not find the end of its whereabouts. The sky was grey, and this was the last reflection as I swallowed the salty water. Death is quiet and simple. And life is even more difficult. The blue of the ward makes me indifferent. I looked out the window and saw a lush landscape. As if taking a breath are filled with the fragrance of grass. And you, finally no longer leave.
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