contradiction
19 - recorder [ recorder 3 ]
?19-recorder[Recorder 3]
I flipped through one by one, and the man's handwriting became more and more scribbled, and the number of words gradually decreased, as if he no longer had the energy to write letters. He was waging a war with something, and was gradually declining.
Forgotten.
As the hero begins to forget, he discovers that his lover's face is blurring and the memories between them are fading.He was restless, fighting, and finally exhausted.I can't guess all the pain he went through in those years, it's like reopening scars that are almost healed.
Bloodshed is the only consequence.
I seem to have guessed the ending.
The last letter was almost half a year apart from the previous one. It was very short, without even a beginning and a signature. The time was written on the top with great force, and it could be read clearly even on the next sheet of paper. The handwriting was like a razor blade, and the heart of the soldier commander was bloody and bloody, which also became the proof of my hunch.
April 853
Allen.
Allen.
I am always grateful, but this day still comes, I can hardly remember what you look like, I try hard to recall, recall, but no matter what comes to my mind is a blurry picture face, I don't know what to do, what should I do?
Am I going to leave you in this way again?
I can not--
I can not.
The words are stained with tears, the handwriting is crazy and scribbled, the man seeks help from his dead lover, with an end that maybe even he himself has noticed, his choice is almost only to forget, he can't find any other way out .
I closed the diary and walked out.
At that time, the sea was turbulent, like a cold-blooded singer who kept asking for my soul, and the smell of the sea breeze even smelled like blood. Looking at the ocean, I felt a void in my heart, as if someone Rendered by emotion, the next second I want to let myself step into death.
I seem to have seen that night a few years ago, the man stumbled out of the wooden house, he called his lover's name loudly, cried bitterly, desperately, rushed into the sea, and then disappeared in the world forever .
No one knows his story, so he has been sleeping in this sea forever.His soul has not been redeemed so far, and he is still wandering, searching, at the end of the endless deep sea, trying to find his long-dead lover, trying to gain happiness again.
I flipped through one by one, and the man's handwriting became more and more scribbled, and the number of words gradually decreased, as if he no longer had the energy to write letters. He was waging a war with something, and was gradually declining.
Forgotten.
As the hero begins to forget, he discovers that his lover's face is blurring and the memories between them are fading.He was restless, fighting, and finally exhausted.I can't guess all the pain he went through in those years, it's like reopening scars that are almost healed.
Bloodshed is the only consequence.
I seem to have guessed the ending.
The last letter was almost half a year apart from the previous one. It was very short, without even a beginning and a signature. The time was written on the top with great force, and it could be read clearly even on the next sheet of paper. The handwriting was like a razor blade, and the heart of the soldier commander was bloody and bloody, which also became the proof of my hunch.
April 853
Allen.
Allen.
I am always grateful, but this day still comes, I can hardly remember what you look like, I try hard to recall, recall, but no matter what comes to my mind is a blurry picture face, I don't know what to do, what should I do?
Am I going to leave you in this way again?
I can not--
I can not.
The words are stained with tears, the handwriting is crazy and scribbled, the man seeks help from his dead lover, with an end that maybe even he himself has noticed, his choice is almost only to forget, he can't find any other way out .
I closed the diary and walked out.
At that time, the sea was turbulent, like a cold-blooded singer who kept asking for my soul, and the smell of the sea breeze even smelled like blood. Looking at the ocean, I felt a void in my heart, as if someone Rendered by emotion, the next second I want to let myself step into death.
I seem to have seen that night a few years ago, the man stumbled out of the wooden house, he called his lover's name loudly, cried bitterly, desperately, rushed into the sea, and then disappeared in the world forever .
No one knows his story, so he has been sleeping in this sea forever.His soul has not been redeemed so far, and he is still wandering, searching, at the end of the endless deep sea, trying to find his long-dead lover, trying to gain happiness again.
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