In the darkness of his own like a child, he could not see his five fingers. I could only see the dark red light in the distance, with the light ahead, all the way forward, leaving only the darkness behind me. Pole to yourself

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Myself in the darkness is like a child, reaching out and not seeing five fingers. I could only see the dark red light in the distance, with the light ahead, all the way forward, leaving only the darkness behind me.

He tried his best to catch up with the light ahead, even if the dim red light had a hint of death, he was willing to run hard, over the frightening red light, to the world that made people feel bright and peaceful.

Maybe catching up with the red light, the more fearful. Maybe you can't catch up with the red light anymore, and let the red light lead the light farther and farther away from you. Catch up, successfully cross, only 33 probability, is it time to give up? Should I let the darkness swallow me up? I should continue to run towards the place where the red light is gradually going, expecting it to stop at a certain point, or should I not struggle, calmly waiting for the darkness to penetrate the skin inch by inch, slowly going deep into the bone marrow, making people trance, making people confused, pouring their own life fire with cold darkness, letting the flame go out little by little, falling into death.