For the fate of a word

I am almost sleepless at night

Is putting it at the beginning of the dream

Still the end of the dream

Blurred at night

I seem to see a black butterfly

Lying in the dark chess game

Whispering whisper

That lingering gesture

Caught my heart

It is my mysterious symbol at night

Passing over the treetops surrounded by my jungle

I hugged it in my dreams, kissing

That beautiful flower

I drunk me countless times

I am carrying a heavy burden.

Dragging two numb legs to walk in the rain

The black butterfly was wet and the smooth back

The water on the feathers is also scattered

Lost mind

Also happens in my heart

I don't know if this is the end of the dream or the end.

I can't walk out of the black siege.

The whole brain is the black elf

It occupies my dream

Still I know that I am deceiving

But the weight of the word

Let me not let go

forget

First day: Jiang Huijuan