When I got lost in the crowd of mourners, I saw the twinkling of the stars, the pitch darkness and the blue color of intense pain in every turn of life. Guided by vague thoughts, I drew the future, I screamed in disbelief, I walked in the shroud, no one asked question after field, despair engulfed me like a black cloud, I couldn't do anything.
The corpse lying on the ground, the unimaginable imagination in the depths of the heart, the waste of the brain has crushed me. In front of my eyes, the neem tree became incorporeal, the baby owl grew up, but my despair became like a mountain, was anyone around?
One day the vultures will put their fingernails on the barren corpse in the middle of the sky, the intense vengeance inside the corpse's scent will be heavy in the wind, the ghost will remain in the intercity mortuary, but the despair of taste will change into energy and will drown in the soul of others.
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