Death opening slogan

Because we can't see, that's terrible. People can hope, because they can't see death. If I were a raindrop … then, can I connect a person's heart in series like connecting the sky that will never meet the earth? We are attracted to each other, like water drops, like planets ... We repel each other, like magnets, like skin color. If I don't have a sword, I can't protect you. If I hold the sword all the time, I can't hold you tightly. Yes, we are swallowed up by ignorance and fear, and we have no choice. On the contrary, we fall into the turbid stream of fate by degenerating those things that have not been trampled on. We should not shed tears, which is tantamount to the frustration of the body on the mind. That just proves that the fact that we have hearts is completely unnecessary. Once it rusts, it can't be used any more. If I can't use it anymore, I'm broken. Yes, the so-called dignity is actually very similar to a knife. We just dream of flying in the sky with our eyes open. We spread our arms … through the clouds and went straight to the sky … although we have built the moon and Mars … we still can't touch the truth. Igniting untouchable fangs … is like solving it without looking up at the stars … just like not shouting your throat out. The reason why we think the flowers on the rock wall are beautiful is because we stand on the rock wall. Don't be afraid, because like flowers, we don't step out. Every time we give up our self-esteem, we become more like beasts. Every time we kill a heart, we are one step away from the tower of pure sin of the beast, creaking ... like light, it runs through the world. The tower on my back is swaying ... Is it us or is the sky falling all the time? I'm just practicing saying goodbye to you. The sun's mane falling from the sky makes the footprints left by thin ice gradually disappear. Don't be afraid to be deceived, because the world is built on deception. It is red as blood, white as bone, white as loneliness, white as silence, red as the nerve of a beast, white as the heart of God, white as hatred, Bai Rubing's sigh, white as the shadow that devours the night, white as the sigh that shoots through the moon, and as bright as a needle without a purpose, just like sewing my road to death, your light is like ... Yes, nothing can change my world. Describing love as beautiful means that people who don't understand love describe love as ugly, and they think they know love. Everything in this world is to kill you. Our world is meaningless. We live in this world. It is also meaningless. We think about the world. Even knowing it doesn't make sense here doesn't make sense. We are fish in front of the waterfall. We are birds in a cage. We are the wreckage of the waves. The surging power in all directions swallowed the whale. We are bulls with five horns. We are fire-breathing monsters. We are crying children. Boy, we are all poisoned by moonlight ... I smashed this or that. When everyone is born, we are doomed to die. The ending often exists before the beginning. If we want to get it all the time, then what we finally get is the ending. What we finally know is the so-called death. We don't need to know about mortals who can't transcend death. We don't need to know the sound that pierced my chest deeply. Just as you can't help cheering for us, everyone is not integrated. Two people don't have the same appearance as each other. No one has three eyes like this. There seems to be no hope in all directions. There is a master named Xin in the fifth place. We look at you with peacock's eyes, as if expecting. These abstract concepts of terror are framed and stubbornly modified. Although they know that they will eventually be cut off, they are stubbornly polished. Although they know that they will eventually be cut off, they are afraid that their hair will be like a dead treasure when they are cut off. Your hair and nails are beautiful ornaments, but why are they so dirty and disgusting when they are separated from your body? The case is actually very simple, because it is a gesture of my own death, with scars as deep as trenches and sins as deep as trenches. Speaking of which, I hate this world the most. The king is chasing, splitting the shadow, the armor is shaking, stepping on the bone, and the flesh is creaking, but my heart is collapsing and I step in alone. In the distance, we are crawling bugs in a malicious will. If you are not in my sight, you can give me a pair of sad ones. Even though, this land has completely sunk into the water. If you can give me a sword, I will stand up for you. Even if the sky has shot you through, once you are born, it is equivalent to death. You never think people are beautiful, but flowers are gorgeous. It's just that at the moment of being chopped, people's posture and flowers are so similar.