But the world was destroyed and we committed suicide.
As if from me and her bergamot, created a golden world in the future.
I didn't expect to create this world, and I never dared to think that she would create this world, but it's like
The Buddha actually created the future golden world from me and her hands!
The light of joy in my heart has just been lit, and the light is full of wonderful-Zhuang.
Strict.
A burst of Feng Gang blew, and all the scenes were wiped out, and the voices were close at hand, which seemed nothing.
The way to go, homeless.
I stood among many unsympathetic humans, looked at them and said, "Yes, it is."
We created the world, and we will never leave. We killed ourselves, okay? "
They just stood there smiling. Where is my companion? She sat there with her head down, and I
I wonder if she also has the determination to commit suicide.
Holding a cup of poisonous water in my hand, I went over and rubbed her shoulder and said, "Look-
What about you? "She smiled and nodded," Plato! I will follow you. " I lifted it.
Head, drink off,-chest slightly hot.
She suddenly stood up and looked at me, and I don't know where she got a bow.
Son ... Poor! This arrow is like a spring ... She has-my chest.
The weather is very hot.
Sob-in the struggle, the sound of the pendulum gradually becomes real, and the room is still vague.
Dark, outside the curtains, there seems to be a slight flame in the stove, and the edge of the window screen is faintly exposed.
The branches supported in the dark and slowly settled God.
Where did all this come from! Where is the future golden world? The spirit of creation lies in
Where is it? Where is the wrist of struggle and the courage of sacrifice?
Is the end of the struggle suicide?
Why don't you feel that you want to commit suicide when watching others commit suicide, but you cry?
Companion! Although I don't know you, I will never forget your spirit of sacrifice!
Humans! Are you really unsympathetic? I really want to tear down everything that has been done.
Golden world?
It was the last night of 1920, and the sun reappeared at 192 1 year.
Early 2008.
Dream! It is better to achieve it in my hands and hers!
Companion! Me and you, ready:
Create-struggle-sacrifice!