[Xunsi]May Be a Dream

The body is so relaxed, ups and downs.

What is the body like?what is that?

Can't remember, can't remember...

The orange light floated piece by piece in the shattering and dyed crimson.

Something fills me up, melts me down.

It's like the sulfuric acid drowned me, but I didn't have any hesitation or pain.

Something is dissolved, but I have forgotten the denial.

There is everything and nothing here.

New fillings scrambled in, no, maybe simply overwhelmed my existence.

Is this what it feels like to be with everyone?

However, even the figures of Asuka and Ayanami no longer exist in my mind.

Ah, who is that?

Who is the red one?

White, countless white, who is it?

Orange and crimson, shimmering and dead silence tell me that everyone knows about such things, and I remember them too.

Yeah?It turned out that I knew it.

There seemed to be a voice in my memory that sounded in my ear.

Ikari Shinji... a red color that is deeper than the halo.

Hey, look at me, look at me well!

Suffocation, the feeling of suffocation afterwards is more sticky and fuzzy than the candy wafer in the mouth.

Orange and black, red, purple, crimson.

What is the pain of being eaten, how sharp is it?

How high is the trembling synchronization rate at the moment when both hands are pierced?

Am I scared?Am I panicking?Am I shaking?

To make a sound, what kind of sound, why to make a sound, all these have become nothingness.

I cannot exist here, not anywhere.

Can I, who can no longer remember everything before, just float in the gap of eternal life alone?

Everyone is gone, gone, what should I do when I go back?What should I do if I want to go back?

"That's it, stay with me! Shinji-kun, Ikari Shinji-kun."

The voice of red and white, the voice of god and death.

"Apostle, Zhu Xun, Ode to Joy, Shinji-kun." I chose this person.

"It's okay to forget." The white god replaced the sky and the sea, swallowing up all the colors.

"Is it okay to be together all the time?" Bai Bai's embrace was so fierce.

Feel it, feel it, feel it, it's all coming back, blooming violently inside me like fireworks, then fading away without a trace.

"Son of lilin, lost lamb, the fruit of God must not be handed over to you." My lover whispered in my ear, but I couldn't understand it at all. I just felt that Zhuxun's words were stained with honey and disinfected The scalpel of the potion cut me wantonly.

"It doesn't matter whether you save me or not, I want to feel your presence forever." I am melting into the overwhelming whiteness, the soft whiteness, the colorless and tasteless whiteness, the blissful whiteness.

"I like you, remember?"

The eye of the heaven is dead.

Yourfairfromfairhadfaded.

You are wandering in my shade.

Goodnight, don't open your eyes.

That'sour sweet death, sweet dream.