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Brunette girl

Time: 2015-08-21 Source: Original Editor: Silent Reading: Times
Brother, are you a foreigner--
Ah, yes, and I'm still a magician--
At that time, the rain kept going down, thoroughly wet the clothes on you and me. However, there is still a smile on your face, a smile that people have never shown to me-gentle, friendly and kind, this is the word I can describe your smile.
You may not know, at that moment, my heart has been attracted by the magic you inadvertently used.
A pair of gold and silver hair sparkles in the sun; the lake-blue pupils can see everything; the tall nose bridge makes you have the perfect facial contour ...
A dizzying poker trick, charming dance, and prophecy in a slightly joke tone--
Everyone is crazy for you.
唦 …… 唦 ……
You are a beloved magician and are regarded as angels who bring luck.
I am a scorned sorceress who is considered a devil who brings bad luck.
唦 …… 唦 ……
But you are still close to me. You haven't left here. You have always been by my side, giving me the most beautiful things in the world.
For me, your hug is the warmest. When I cry, you will always hold me gently in my arms and whisper in my ear.
You said-there will be someone who will give me unforgettable love.
I know that person is you, but you never admit it, you just like to sit beside me silently and look at my sleeping face secretly. I just want to shake my hand, but always stand beside me silently, stroking my black hair like a child.
唦 …… 唦 ……
Despite the love of the audience, there is always bitterness behind your smiley face that no one notices.
"I like it because there are people here like me who are unfortunate."
"Don't be kidding, how can you be unlucky if you bring luck?"
Although you didn't say it, I can see from your eyes that you hate your ability to foresee. Because you are drawn to the Joker card, you cannot predict the future and cannot change the result-that is death, you will die in a foreign land and die here.
People always die, why do you choose this way?
唦 …… 唦 ……
"You ... I will leave you someday. Remember to leave here after that, you know?"
唦 …… 唦 ……
Is this your prank? Is it one of your magic shows?
Wake up soon-you wake me up-
How can your body be so cold? You said you would give me a hug when I was sad.
I'm crying, right by your side, you have to fulfill that promise.
唦 …… 唦 ……
The rain kept falling, and you were lying quietly in my arms like falling asleep, as if you could hear nothing. The bloody clown playing card is still in your pocket.
"This damn playing card ..."
It killed you, I have to destroy it.
唦 …… 唦 ……
why? Why can't it be torn up?
It's just a card. How can it not be torn?
唦 …… 唦 ……
"You draw a card and I will tell you the answer in the future."
"Well ... just this, can you tell me what the future holds?"
"..."
"what happened?"
"Someone is in love with you, and you will have an unforgettable love."
"Really? After that?"
"After that-um ... what's that? I can't see it anymore."
唦 …… 唦 ……
The rain kept falling, and my tears kept flowing.
You are the angel who brings luck; I am the devil who brings bad luck.
The damn man is not you, but me.
You are a magician and I am a witch.
You have magic that is unique in the world; I have witchcraft that nobody knows in the world.
Come on, let's combine the two of us-
Let your blood with soul flow into my body--
One body, two souls.
Let us live together.
Hey ... hey ... Will I bring you good or bad luck?
Ah ... Ah ... Who am I?
唦 …… 唦 ……
A dark-haired woman wearing a men's dress sat there, her black eyes mixed with pupils of another color—dark-black pupils sandwiched a layer of blue-blue pupils, When she looked at her, she always felt like two people were sitting in front of her; she was tall and strong, with a feminine sense of body and a strong sense of maleness.
The seemingly ordinary face had a charm that fascinated her.
Her face had a purple pattern, which grew like a vine on her left half of the face.
It is said that she lives in the woods near the border of Josiah and possesses the poker card of the magician who is said to have brought unfortunate predictions to the country of Josiah, and she made the correct prediction. However, her prophecy is always mixed, which makes people confused.
When it rains, she will show up somewhere in that country, showing a sad or happy smile to people, saying with a disturbing voice:
Ah-what do you want to know?
Draw a card and let me tell you the "answer"?
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