I dragged my tired body with a sharp knife, looking for dark corners. No one passed by, no car horn bothered me, and there were no colorful neon lights around. In that quiet corner, I sat down, took a sip of wine, remembered the last time, and missed the past for the last time. Life is really like a dream. It's time to leave when you wake up. I shouted "End it, my sorrow, end it, my dream" and cut my wrist hard.
The blood did not flow out of the turbulent formation as expected, but slowly flowed down the grain, just like a mountain stream. It is so delicate and charming, so beautiful. It turns out that he is the most beautiful in the world, without impurities, red and purple. The blood dripping from the wrist blooms the most beautiful flowers in life. It saw the disappearance of human nature, heard the heartbreaking cry, experienced the changes of four seasons, went to Qiu Lai in spring, and the leaves went with the wind. It was desperate and disappointed, dripping on the land, wetting the whole land with bright red blood, and made a final nostalgia for the world, without sadness or sadness. I wrote it in red ink ... lit a cigarette and took a sip, remembering the last nostalgia, recalling what happened in the past 20 years and what people said. The blood slowly dried up ... solidified ... beautiful flowers were torn one by one.
My eyes are getting heavier and heavier. Gradually I closed my eyes. At that moment, a tear fell from the corner of my eye, but my mouth was smiling. It's finally over, a miserable life. I am so sad and ridiculous. Linglun gradually left the body, floating in the air, looking at me sleeping in the corner. A group of people ran in the distance, including my elderly parents, my beautiful sister and my cutest little nephew. They ran crying. My mother fell down beside me, crying my name. Father pulled me up, put me on his back and ran to the hospital. My sister helped my mother and walked back step by step. I am reluctant to leave the sky. I swear I love you, but this world really has no reason for me to live. I dried my tears, waved my hand, and said my final farewell to the world without taking away a speck of dust. Goodbye, my dearest person. I hope you forget me and be happy forever.
Turn around, leave, cross the starry sky, cross the sky, fly … fly … I abandoned everything and untied the shackles. Finally, I don't have to pity others. Is my departure happy or sad, relaxed or a relief and announcement? When I leave, will anyone think of me in this silent night sky? Maybe it will. Maybe ... no.