我苏醒在2035年的最后一天。这二十年的记忆不知被谁抹擦个干净,只隐约闪现出贪婪的人类从我手中夺过神笔,然后肆意绘画涂抹。他们却不知,从神笔处索取的腐败事物设有时间限制,而那一天已经来临——我冷眼望着人类富态肥硕的身子急速收缩,恢复瘦骨嶙峋的本貌;望着高楼大厦如同病兽接二连三地重重倒下,繁华璀璨碎成令人不屑一顾的废墟;望着阳光把灰色的土地变成沙漠,望着花草树木被海水一点点 I wake up on the last day of 2035. The memory of these two decades did not know who was wiping clean, only vaguely flashed a greedy human won the pen from my hand, and wanton painting smear. But they did not know that there was a time limit on the corrupt things taken from the god pens, and that day had come - I watched as the human body plump body rapidly contracted and the bony appearance was restored; looking at tall buildings like sick animals one after another Heavy down, bustling brilliant broken into disreputable ruins; looking at the sun turned the gray land into the desert, looking at the trees and flowers by the sea A little bit