The city burns slow, leaving only gaslight stains and the weight of what we left unsaid. 🚬 Through the fog and the wet cobblestones, we chase the ghosts of our blueprint. 🖤 Is it destiny, or just the ache of finding your small smile when the world finally gives out? ✨
潮湿的午夜,在蒸汽弥漫的工业港口寻找彼此。🖤
指尖的控诉,淹没在燃烧的城市废墟与氤氲的薄雾中。🕯️
当你告诉我,在黄昏尽头,一切都在燃尽时……
这份命定的情感,我们是否能一同沉沦?🔥💧