Curse

I am afraid that I am too late. The darker sky than black is so serious. I can't open the dark clouds. Why are you dead, but still cold-eyed and ridiculous. I can't help but wonder. I know that no one can surpass fate. Wet sputum. I am getting old. It has died. Confused. I suddenly fell into a strange dream. Have your face. Your blood. my dream. My thorn. We can dedicate ourselves to each other. After waking up, there is nowhere to trace. I doubt you. I am not mine either. Are you still you?

The third day: Xu Yunyun