There is an old place with an old place to remember that I will continue to step into the lonely night, but I still see the familiarity. My name is also blurred on the wall of the table. I have a cup of cold light wine. Wings I am a friend of everyone, I am going to my story. I will play my story into a vicissitudes. I will return to the paradise I want to stop. This wandering is now finally archived. I want to find a bed, I can rest, I am lying. Lying End this, the wandering is now finally archived. I think she only has her gentleness. I can stop flying to let me return to my side.
