Wandering Between the tunnel
Author: pihe wandering soul
Endless loneliness, between the river. the water in the Pluto River is black. When I listen, I can hear countless desires in the water. I am cold looking at the River: If you have countless desires before life, you can only turn into a drop of water in the Pluto River, A pile of mud at the bottom of the Ming River. for thousands of years, I sighed with a sigh: How the river can carry the infinite desires of mankind.
The world creates, the end is dust, helpless, helpless. wang Hou will be in the same phase, eventually lost, helpless, helpless. sometimes I will sit at the end of the helpless bridge, watching the soul of the messenger leading the world, the soul of the messenger will occasionally smile at me; sometimes I will stand at the bridgehead, watching Meng Po make that Meng Po Tang, Meng Po Tang tastes good, but I will never forget it. More often, I am wandering and wandering in the nether river alone.
I stood at the head of the Bridge. A pretty girl stared at me with tears on her face. "Can you see me? "" Yes! "" Only a soul with a strong mind can see me. You are the second one for thousands of years. "" the first time was 20 years ago, I was the last girl. "" last time, "I smiled." Don't you want to drink this mengpo soup? Do you want me to send you a message? I don't want to help you this time. Why? Why? "" Why cannot I be with him in this life? Why does it take me again? "" In the world, Chen Shimei is the right, and this world is the money. Why are you so heartless? "" In the world, I believe that love will not be able to withstand this power. In this world, I believe that love will not be able to withstand this money. I do not believe it! How can I believe it? """
I drank a bowl of mengpo Tang. I sighed. love, money, power, so dead, helpless. I don't know why I want to help this female, maybe her obsession, maybe her grief. I shook my head and sighed again. "You just want to see if there is any truth in the world." Meng Po looked at Huang Quan with a dull wait. "Why don't I want? "I turned around and floated to the distance of the river. Originally, Meng had feelings. Maybe, Meng had a sad past, maybe. What about me? I am just a born soul, wandering between the river.
Sorry! Sorry!
< To be continued > < For Original Reprinting of the spirit of the river, see the author >
