I better into the magic. Have so a person, his talents full, he away proud not group, he alone, he alone tree different signs, he is not a part of anyone, GHDs also is not part of the world, he used the blustery, saw through the fickleness of the world. He alive only for a dream, only for his own live a totally.

He sees everything as air, he saw life space for nothing, he also had not been known as a natural love, will not feel what is the sweetness of love. Korea dye ink. The night decayed, the shadow is blurred, not ended in this night, candle, with a scarred heart, I hide the tears to write a paragraph of text; A word, it is a base, a line of words, is the life of the helpless, can gradually understand that the original text and reference of children is never happy, maybe when you really love something when you will find language how fragile and powerless.
Language has a kind of subtle barriers and feel forever. Sigh life, fog flower, is empty, Pink GHDS is not really true, is the magic of magic, the foot of the window, waning moon, from which to, life is but a moment soon, you can’t dream! Held his pen must “take the flowers, fog the fog, the midnight to dawn to.