It's late, I can't sleep, and I'm gotting it. Dark Night is the time during the day, busy and empty long-awaited days have gone. Someone in the street wore down jacket, and said that tomorrow is more cold. Cold is another winter, the end of the year, the New Year, Beijing's winter will also fly? Looking up, the air is thin in the sky; the foot, the foot below the foot. Self-depth, how many years ago, the imagination is rich and relaxed, and a flaming strap trousers neatly across the light green shirt, the snow white round lace collar, where is it? The shadow is so clear. . . If you don't want to think, it is a person, and the fight is shifted. After all, those are no longer. It is said that it is good to spend a good month, spending good, flowers and flowers, the moonline is following the moon, is it? People, can only be solemn, not from autonomous, with the environment. At first, all kinds of discomfort were in the unbearable things, and for a long time, there were only empty holes and numbness, imagine and memories were more precious and kind. Sometimes, feeling seems to be desire, what is love, what to pursue, I feel that it doesn't matter if I don't feel, nothing is not important. Oh, look, how irresponsible ideas. To say life, maybe this, what do you want? Late, close your eyes, tighten your feet, but willing to be able to sleep softly.
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