YanBaihu

Treading through the cold deep snow, Full of regrets and easeless pain, Dreaming of the day I could know... Of Why you walked off alone into the foreshadowing rain. Nowhere can accommodate the taste of emptiness in me... Nothing can help bury the memories I have... Noone can replace that special part of me... Forever and ever. Every night I lay in brain-dead slumber Thinking of you in my dreams... I see you as my reflection in the mirror Telling me to look away and leave... Urging me to break that mirror to a million pieces... But I can't bear to turn around and move on, For those pieces alone are as good as a whole. Every day

The white snow fell lightly upon the little town, forming a seraphic image as the flecks of white descended through the dark night sky. The snow fell upon a lone figure sitting on an old bench in a dark corner of a decrepit park. The figure adjusted his cloak as the temperature dropped gradually, shaking off the snow that had begun to accumulate on his black cloak. This lone entity was none other than SuoDeth, a devout follower and researcher of death and the afterlife. SuoDeth sighed as he pulled up the hood of his cloak to shield his helmet from the snow, continuing to ponder the meaning of life and death. This was nearly a daily routine f