The corpse of innocent

Terrorism, in fact likes pleasure, every hour and moment lingers around in life. Some people pursue ever-young, want to be undead flesh to enjoy the living flourishing, but some people pursue the die cut to finish the endless grief at separation and joy in union. I am a traveler, but met a "man" named A Cai, whose misfortune was abandoned by time, so in the long inexorable doom, chasing chances to end his life. At the moment he met me, he knew his fate, end or eternal, all blood sacrifice... The story does not end, songs and dances are still on the street. I heard the melodious sad whisper, that voice, not from the lip opening, but, your blood....