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Broken all over the floor sighing sound, I can not suppress the nightmare from the body of lit a match, by this faint light and heat of the match, I tried to find the corner of quiet breathing, can be eventually found a dream still plump, the reality is still skinny, I can only hesitation in the years to come, in the days confused, anxious and confused, looking at the fleeting becomes yesterday, and yesterday they change history, often human nature is so complex, I can only always messy.
I remember that I have a project to do, a wish is not yet complete, would like to use the snow white dream weaving a basket of flowers, completed before the arrival of spring, because I want to use it to bloom a spring story, seeing the wind fast blowing green earth, my project is in sight, not my intention to compile just a dream broken one after another, I had net good silk is slowly melting scattered. Of preservation work is not done well, in the bottom of my heart loudly asking ourselves available to the heart wall echo of the original words, I keep asking the shout, the echo is still echo, from my own shock suffered light injuries.
Shut himself into the night, eyes wide open, careful observation of the night, but did not find, although the night to give me a black eye, but does not give me to see through all the false, but still has the status of my monastic years not been able to repair the eye in the sky, my eyes after all, is a black. The darkness of the night contradiction to me messy!
I have a persistent thought between the stars in the twinkling, tells a poignant and magical legends, tonight I have to admit I was wrong, the sky is penniless, I am looking for a long time I did not find a star, so their time has been hovering in the chicken and the egg game replica gucci belts, wandering spend the night at home, at home the night is still so quiet, can be broken but in the commotion, messy!
Residual light, broken dreams, broken time, in the fleeting messy.