modoru

swanchime thien



I wish you could've laughed from the bottom of your heart, zhouyu / modoru - swanchime / may you have a place to return

I wish you could've laughed from the bottom of your heart, zhouyumodoru - swanchimeMAY YOU HAVE A PLACE TO RETURN



"people will die because you lived, xianming" /("do you still want to live?")

"people will die because you lived, xianming"("do you still want to live?")



to you who remember the dead as though the violence of their crossing the staircase into the deepest depths of the fathomless ocean... (where) lies the fairy kingdom, the domain of Lord Yan, the master of hell (every peach pitted cavern of it) and the doma

to you who remember the dead as though the violence of their crossing the staircase into the deepest depths of the fathomless ocean... (where) lies the fairy kingdom, the domain of Lord Yan, the master of hell (every peach pitted cavern of it) and the domain... expanded into the dream of a King That Never Lost His Majesty



the apple orchard where corpses feed and fertilize the fairyland. "do you know me as I am or as I was?"

the apple orchard where corpses feed and fertilize the fairyland."do you know me as I am or as I was?"

to be a sociopath you must have every faith in "humanity" shattered

people will die because you lived, xianming.("but I will live because you did.")
("I will live because you did.")
I will remember

between the living and the dead, who remembers the grave?king cradle, isn't that the mistress of the grave?immortal, immoral, immemorial

time immemorial, there is not one that escapes the grave,(but some of us remain unburied)

the rage burns in me like a desire that can't be fulfilled

I pray to the lord of nothing that one day I may be able to let her absence go

I pray to the lord of nothing that one day I may be able to let her absence go

the affection those above have for those below is often negligent(that's why so many of us come to irreparable harm)

blood in the water
somebody's daughter

*dead men tell no lies
a chrysalis is a kind of egg,
and as easily broken, irreparably
(but the virtue of "good" is to forgive, isn't it?)