The 25th Night of the Critical One Lost Sun (1) (The World's Elegy)

Waking up today, I got up in such a rush. I vaguely remembered, it seemed like I had lost something very beautiful, and I really feel uneasy. What if that was the most beautiful thing in my life!\I feel like a small, insignificant person, randomly wandering in the city, randomly attending classes and learning, randomly finding a job, until death comes. Every birthday, I make the same wish: I hope someone says, 'I love you.'\In the course of time, amidst quiet complaints, a girl appeared, and then she disappeared, chasing the warm yet chilly light, weaving through the bustling crowd. I can't recall what I lost, and the sky begins to snow. The boy stands confused, staring at his blood-stained hands.\Xiao Yu, I love you!\Hey, can you fly?\Who knows?\Whispers keep going...\9.01\Allen Academy\'Xiao Yu, I love you!' In a blur, the girl falls to the ground, blood steadily flowing.\'Hold on, Sekai-nee, someone will come soon! Help, someone help her...'\'Sekai!' At Monday's dawn, Yuyi woke up from the dream with a start. It seemed like a very sad dream just now. I don't know where the breeze came from; the cold on my face felt like snow. She grabbed the watch on her bedside, pressed the luminous button, and checked the time. The current time: 5:15 a.m.\Yuyi put the watch back, brushed her hair, and looked around in the darkness: the dark wooden floor, the golden sunflower wallpaper. She got out of bed and dressed. Today she wears a black suit paired with a red rose, walking down the dim hallway, against the dark, oppressive walls.\Outside the window, the continuous drizzle keeps falling. Wearing the same black suit, people hold black umbrellas in the rain. Yes, this is a funeral—a beautiful funeral. The pitch-black memorial contrasts with the beautiful morning light, rain falls on the tombstone, washing the engraved words: 'To my beloved, Sekai. September 1, 2011.'\The girl in the black suit gently holds a bright white lily in her hand and places it in front of the tombstone. Tears uncontrollably fall. 'Sekai, you stubborn girl, weren't you going to be with my strong brother? Get up! If you don't get up, Yuyi is mine!' The girl is drenched in the gloomy air, large raindrops falling on her body, yet she feels nothing. The night and the rain curtain completely obscure her vision, wailing.
The rain, big and small, equally drenched the young boy's wings. At this moment, he lay sprawled on the empty ground, the rain soaking his black mourning clothes, the cold rain lashing his cheeks, yet he remained still. \“Dad, what is death?” the little boy asked, holding his father's hand. \“Death, you will understand someday. Death is so sorrowful..” The man held a cigarette in his mouth, exhaling thick white smoke that drifted gently. \“Dad, it hurts so much.” The boy leaned against the ground, taking deep breaths of the fresh air. \What is death? \It is hands that can never be held again, warmth that can no longer be felt, and the words "I love you" that can no longer be spoken.
With a slight tremor in his lips, the boy's eyes shone faintly golden in the heavy rain, humming an Irish folk song: “Beautiful maiden, where are you? Beloved one...” \The rain continued to fall. As he sang, the boy closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Above the pitch-black sky, a loli floated down, her fair little face streaming with tears. “Yu, I am so sad..” At this moment, the funeral bells tolled.
PS: Hmm, forgive me for the delay due to the random UBB incident a couple of days ago; there will be another update later to make up for it...