I have been stepping on the edge of the moonlight for a long time. You don't speak, look at me, let a palm of my palm are a large forest rose at night. windy. I stepped on my shadow, and the shadow fell to the ground into a big group of black mercury. Coherent, clear, no content. You say that you love me in the cold night. After you said, the leaves are 响 响 了 响 好, I saw a hesitated soul flashed in the leaves, you walked over. Cold to the ancient, cold to cold, cold to the most fiberly sensitive start. Strange, you say love, but I feel cold. Because I know that it is your temptation, just a tense. Before this, it was in the future, at this time, it is now in the past. I am the object in this turmoil, and you are the subject. You are the subject, do you know? This means that you take the right to kill, you decide to start, and may hint at a moment. So I hurt. I am pain because I am actually myself. I can't refuse when I am obsessed with your text. I am unresser that I am attractive to each other. When you talk about love, I have no right to refuse. I saw my fingers, but I can't open it out of orchid, and my eyes have lost some points that extends on this line. Love is your point, the pain is a line I continue to start. I use this line to meet with you, where you say you love, and I have been pain. Your love is heavy, and my pain is so insignificant at this time. I am difficult to load, I am afraid and burnout. Because I am unpredictable, at a moment of the future, this love is going to take the moment, will my online do not feel empty because of sudden weight loss? A silky is touched, not as quiet as I sit here, keeping this full, full of expectation and pity and love to self. So I will go with you soon, you are love, my side is pain. In the edge of love and pain, in the edge of love and pain, in the edge of love and pain ... I am.
