C135 Guernica(1)
The cold grotto, the shivering crowd, the torn cotton clothes wrapped around him like leaves.
The howling wind eroded every single life. They could only use their hoarse voices to fight against it.
"Pandora's treasure box is still singing.
The white bones of the night kiss passionately.
The beautiful black roses are blooming on the wall.
Do you smell the taste of blood?
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