她是欢愉少年魔神是满足少年魔神是自由是图书馆里的每一本书少年魔神是不敢奢求的美好希望是饼干的味道香甜可口少年魔神是红发似火点燃了冷寂的冬天她的到来让日记里平直乏味的叙事变为喷薄而出的情感让暗沉阴冷的世界终于透出光亮和温度薄薄的地图册装不下她们对新世界的向往力竭的笼中鸟挣不开束缚身体和灵魂的囚笼想象生根发芽让她得以将故事续写得以再见到她上翘的嘴角得以将她紧紧拥抱Abigail, Abigail, Abigail. 她念着她的名字近乎梦呓You are my city of joy.
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we have worlds beyond the worlds, we have mountains beyond the mountains, yet the legend is always the same, yet death is never the truth, but the limitation, yet death is never the limitation, but the only metaphor. If I write rose, it blooms in my hand; If I die, I am the flesh of void.