C321 Hemoptysis

The more I think about them, the more my head hurts, as if I'm organizing my thoughts about them.

The shadows all hit my mind at once, and I couldn't get rid of them. These shadows were like a merciless knife, deeply engraved in my heart. The more I didn't want to think about them, the clearer they would touch my heart.

The evening breeze blew unrestrainedly on the land, it was cold and gloomy