Author:
痞子
Change world, indifferent emotions, cold text, short sincere. Jumping fingertips, grinding keyboard, white greetings.
Open, the non-finishes of the disconnects on the notebook, one of the beginning of the end, a story of a mess, there is only the story of the end of the end ......... Inventory, the long-lost mood. The soul of the traveled in the container, is pulled by the ice, and the lonely text pulls back only the line in the reality. Watching loneliness and nature, but found that the reality is so far. All choice, delete, some impetuous painless text. This is like cleaning the room, but it is also cold.
When everything becomes a curve in memory, but along the end of this line, it is still the starting point. The arc that has been walked is actually like that kind of virtual. The other end of the horizon is rising, still yesterday's sun. Society, but it is today.
Drop, once a memory. In the verse of the new words, in the virtual network, which sentence is true? In the face of my heartache, I found a monotonic knocking sound, I have nowhere to escape. The hustle and bustle of the streets, the rush of the flowers, the cross-street hiped, the memory of the heart, forgotten the world, the world, the mind, the pure emotion of the smart, but clearly Clear.
When everything is habit, it is used to people who have never touched themselves. Even tired of tired, I found that if I really want to leave, it is also like that. It's used to the room that is not gorgeous, although I always want to change it. I am used to a long-tired network, although I have been quit. I am used to this unique city in the four seasons, although I have been going to the mountains. In the familiar city, the taste of the air has become so kind. If so, it will disappear in the familiar people, and there will be a lot of abandonment!
When the loneliness in the dark is soaked in the skin, there is nowhere to find from the elegant floating curve, and after floating, no one knows. The soul is falling in the burning, behind the numbness. The trail is self-constructed, but it is clearly the Cang Sang after the hand. I have never tap the keyboard for a long time, and many of them have been given. On the screen showing the moment of midnight, I really found that it was originally able to hurt a person, habit, passion in just less than a year. Even the most capable smile has also become so stiff.
In fact, this is a passer, why have you been there?
When everything has become a habit, I am just a hurry.
