Night festival flower

Moonlight hits the heart, cold, and makes people tremble. There was a drop of crystal from the cheeks, and the air was not carrying the spicy smell of flowers and plants, avoiding the cockroaches.

I sit alone in the wooden chair downstairs, with earphones, listening to the beautiful melody for me, the blood is moving down the chair with bright red flowers, I am half-handed on the wood. Chair. Don't bother me, I am crazy, really crazy, we are all crazy, all fools.

That is me, people who see people away. I caught a red rose, the petals splattered because of the trembling of the branches, and the red juice spread from the palm to the sleeve. The last one is a pitiful rose. No, the hateful rose was thrown into the sky by me. Finally, with a muffled sound, it was slammed on the ground, and finally it died and I died.

This night, this night. .

Middle School, Affiliated Middle School, Jilin University, Chaoyang District, Changchun, Jilin, China