[Perhaps the meaning of "untitled" is to express infinite possibilities within a limited range, so it can only be untitled. . . ]
The acquaintance in the conflict, you thought it was love at first sight. . .
He has his own ideas, he sticks to his own way,
because he has freedom, because you respect that freedom. . .
His freedom, a kind of mysterious freedom like the wind,
revolves on the edge of law and morality.
You don't
understand it at all, and you don't understand what it means to live on the edge of life. . .
. . . . . .
Blades cut through blood and flesh. . .
Like the spirit of the wind, he
turned into dust and soil and fell to the ground;
like the spirit of the wind, he melted into juice and water and planted it in his heart. . .
Along the traces,
you are looking for the spirit of the wind,
not for the so-called truth, nor for worldly revenge. . .
The blade chases you
as it chases his freedom. . .
When the mystery gradually evaporates in the transparency of the wind spirit, and the
blade shines,
it is the first time you step into a garden that you have carefully cared for but never entered - a garden in the desert that doesn't matter
. "Baby I only know that I love you from the first It starts at a glance,
but I don't know why I love you
at first sight...
So I have always found a mysterious reason...
Today when the mysterious fragrance is free to breathe, the
fragrance is full of
mystery
and you are my dear of
I fell in love with you again and again,
because when I was free to be your soil
, when the mysterious flowers bloomed freely,
when the stamens and petals belonged to the flowers,
you and my dear,
when I stepped into this place again and again, I made it with my own hands The garden,
I fell in love with you again,
this time it is not the beginning,
not end, but
the soil and the mud
, the water and the air, and
the blade will make everything happen
. I am you. . .
" The first time the
gardener and the mysterious flower stepped into the garden, you were
you.
When the mysterious death didn't begin, it didn't end. It was soil and mud and water and air.
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