The moon burned out, the ground was filled with romantic blood, a primitive fear dominated everyone, and the absurdity and shortness of life echoed. It makes you want to find someone and make up for all the irreparable shortcomings with a life-long romance.
Pursue everything to be still and free from the flow of heat. Every playful creature weighs heavily on my heart at this moment, and all I can do is hold you tight. The romance everywhere was my blood. I was so tired that I shrank to an invisible point and lay there. Everything was so far away from me.
I'm an addict who can't keep the boring stupid self-deceiving bullshit in my head, and I have deep, romantic, and irredeemable loneliness in my blood. In the face of daily excrement, there is no greatness or miracle. In the face of meaningless suffocation, I stopped my desire.
I have died, I will die, I love you with death, the sun has gone out, I squeeze out the last bit of strength in my body, to call the ancient wandering soul, hold up your broken body, and find the dream that has been lost long ago.
"But there is no need to be afraid, everything is not over. In the light of the sun, the moon slowly moves away, and the sun slowly shines towards the earth again, and the earth becomes warm again. A deep feeling captures everyone, and they survive the darkness."
Except for two dying mushrooms
and a god who screwed everything up