The city does not have grass Orioles legend, it will always live in the real inside, fast drums, haste figure, numbness of the eyes, fake smile, and I will one day being assimilated beyond recognition, time did not teach me anything , but it taught me not easy to believe the myth. Empty hole in the wind blowing. So in the past year after. The coming year, should be so in the past. I do not know a stable behind the depression, or depression in a stable after all. But we can not be found.
A wounded beast, it can go to a cave to hide themselves, and then lick their wounds, they insist, but once they are being, it can not stand. Wound like me, is a stubborn child, refused to heal, because the heart is warm, humid place for anything growing. Because I know you are likely worried about a child, so I cross the line in your hands but did not dare to fly too far. Whether I fly with the wind to the clouds I hope you can see, even if I had fun occasionally lost his way in so you know.
Huang Huangran can not wait all day into tears fall. I suddenly feel like a gorgeous puppets, actors do all the joys and sorrows, but there are always numerous back shiny silver thread, even a show of hands to manipulate my every move she makes. Youth is a bright sadness, I did not cry, but tears streaming down. Memory like rotting leaves, those fresh green has long been buried in that time scale of the front, leaving only the overwhelming smell of decay in the time scale of the tail.
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