From the blackstone walls

From The Blackstone Walls and Beyond

I see a land,

Of boundless sand.

That’s where I left,

A burden heft

We build our country night and day

All our work is taken away

By me

By the cruel reality

My unfinished symphony

Lying in ruins

Carved by my own hands

Made of my own soul

Oh, how the mighty have fallen

For the weakest reasons

Those obsidian walls

May have stood too tall

Above the highest clouds

The spider spins his web

In squared columns

Like a game of chess.

Beneath the darkest void

I pressed the button

And waited for destruction.

“It was never meant to be.”

Above the branches of lemon trees,

Where passerines and honey bees

Sing:

Two years it has been,

Since the fall of our country

Rest assured, my king

Your symphony has given

Us a new meaning.

这就是我的预告，尽情等待我的文章吧（木有翻译，很抱歉）！

我大概用了15分钟写这东西，晚自习作业都不要了。。。

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A boy sat cross-legged on the vines and bushes of this obsidian beam that stretched as far as the country (or what’s left of it) below. He thinks: what is there to gain from someone if nothing is to be found in the ruins of his love? L’Manburg isn’t a place, it isn’t a world, but rather, it is the sanctuary of one’s soul. All there was, was potential. Nothing more, nothing less. He doesn’t know what it’s like to love something so much to also love what grew from its ruins.

——Thcscus (Blujamas)