The cool morning dew was wet, and the black skirt was foggy on the stone road. Father whispered to the cold morning in his wet black robe. The stone road cushioned the fog. Father is mumbling.
Helpless consciousness can only be more cruel. Everything is for the way to the temple. When I woke up, despair was gone, but I recalled more cruelty. Everything is done to pave the way to the temple.
The lingering fog has lost its purpose. Who can take a gentle step to stop the unbreakable fog from burying the plot? He had been gently appeasing and suddenly stopped.
Before you could cry, the bullet passed through took away the temperature.
I hardly sobbed when the acupuncture bullet took away the heat.
Each of us has criminals who commit different crimes. We are all guilty and have committed different crimes.
I can decide who is right and who should sleep, but only I can judge who should be free and who should sleep forever.
Debate cannot be solved in endless nights: in such an eternal cold night, debate is never a solution.
Shut your mouth, the only favor. Shut up may be the only favor.
Those who stand in front are guilty and regret, while those who have no way out are guilty, even if they regret it.
Judging in the name of the father, there is no suitable word to describe this feeling: judging in the name of the father. There are no suitable words to express this feeling.
It's like laughing and crying and staring at the darkness, just like walking in tears or staring at the darkness.
The tragedy that stops the spread of tragedy will make me intoxicated.
Bow your head and kiss my left hand in exchange for a commitment.
That old organ has been playing in the corner.
There is an ancient classical organ in the corner, which accompanies this scene from time to time.
The wind blew up the black curtains, the sunlight penetrated the black curtains, and the dim sunlight penetrated silently.
Sprinkle it on those beasts that I tamed.
Silent cry, silent cry, loneliness begins to ferment, calm is screaming, loneliness and
Laughing at me constantly, memories gradually spread and burn.
Once innocent pictures, cruel tenderness, fragile time, come and pray with us?
Once, I suddenly remembered an innocent picture, which was full of cruel pity.
This is a fragile time, let's pray.
# Merciful Heavenly Father, I have fallen into an invisible and sinful country. Please forgive my conceit, my kind father. I have fallen into a state where any sin is acceptable. Please forgive my pride.
No one can say, no one can say, glory is unbearable, and there is a loneliness engraved behind it.
Nobody can understand. Nobody has anything to understand. This is an unbearable burden, because behind the honor is full of loneliness.
I closed my eyes and saw the picture in my dream. The sky is shrouded in a thick layer of gray fog.
My father took my hand and walked on the quiet stone road in the morning.
My father took my hand and walked quietly along the silent stone road at dawn.
(merciful father, I have fallen into a country where I can't see evil. Please forgive me. My ego is engraved with loneliness My kind father, I have fallen to the point where any sin is acceptable. Please, please give me the loneliness I used to be proud of.
It was not until I rubbed the lonely glow all night that I understood the feeling of the mottled family emblem. I want to feel it.
The candlelight kept shaking, and the owl looked into the distance from the window lattice and watched the flame of the candle keep swaying. An owl stool on the window frame is looking into the distance.
The corridor leading to the hall is indescribable, just like the change of the door leading to the hall under crisis, poetry cannot describe it.
There was no noise, only silence around, and I fell asleep slowly. At dawn, there is no noise from this world, only silence surrounds here. At dawn, I slowly fell asleep.