I have asked myself over and over again,
I just know that plain leisure is true.
Looking back, it's like a dream. Looking back, my heart remains the same.
Only endless long roads accompany me …
Hot tears flow down the side face, dripping on the dark yellow floor illuminated by the light, perhaps infiltrating into the ground instantly, or evaporating.
I know. The deep but tense male voice, accompanied by the familiar melody, sang the voices of countless people in music, as if it were a legend and a silent past.
She said, this is her. Smile, blink your eyes gently, and a few tears clearly touch the eyelash curtain. The sound of the piano echoes, melodious and deep; The walls are silent, silent and natural; Orgasm again and again, I can't help touching my finger down and playing my inner melody.
She said, this is a real her. Yes Singing again and again, she paddled the boat of time in the river of music, and the people, things and things of the past reappeared under the paddle. Spin, end, look back.
Covered with the light of memories, my palms are warm, which warms the room, warms the corn and warms me. What a good person, walking on a long road, with clear footsteps, how many thorns and fragrant roses he brushed. Four seasons help, over and over again. The fork in the road cuts through the branches, blocking a somewhat straight road. But it's easy to follow every time you pass by. This is the repulsion magnet that I used to play when I was a child-approaching and leaving. Did you repeat it?
Just four minutes is a condensed ordinary experience. I know, she is very strong. Wandering in suffering, falling, getting up, missing the happiness at your fingertips, and being honest. Stress and confusion filled her, and she kept the light of a bright lamp. Woke up, the baby cried and she swallowed it.
She said no matter what, it will always be like this.
Looking back, you will fall far behind.
In retrospect, my eyes were hazy.
Leave your blessing and warm the road at night.
No matter how much pain and confusion you have to face tomorrow.
Different people have different feelings after watching the song. She reads books by herself. Leave the room. The music is weak and light-that's her story. She said that she would like to stay like this and go her own way quietly. It's quiet around you and quiet inside. Maybe looking back, it will be more sad. The moonlight shines on the road.
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