It is too close to happiness, and I can't assume the tears in my eyes. Dream is the dream, will always be awake. After the clever, the kind of void is more complete. Revealing the previous memory again, shaking like a different dream, my heart is hidden, she or he plays the role of the people in the world, and I? Is it a passenger? So, a person is hiding in the dark. Facing, I don't know how to stay. I think this can be forgotten. Dreams have a name to knew that even if there is reason to forget! Everything is becoming habit. Never have been tangled, too many eye gods have already leaked secrets. People who haven't lifted the most definitely are all.
There is too much tear, lost value. So habits don't tears. For a person's concerns and guilt, it has become a habit, but even if you get it, will you abandon it like a mustach? No one told me an answer, after Wake up, the romantic rose actually became the most ugly disabled in his heart. Red. Do you delete text? Derive you before! Forget it! There is a sound refute. If you delete the text, you can delete everything? I looked at the words, I looked at those words, as a text I secretly laugh at me. The night is like water, the cloud is light, the clouds are broken, the clouds are flowing! It's going back, I'm broken, it is not tears, it is a vow!
● Morning fog is lightly condensed ● This work is published in autumn water Chang Tian ● ● Text: Morning fog is lightly condensed ●
