Once waiting for a person to pass the closed-closed day, the sky is gray, and there is no haze. Everyone says the pale face is not a happy face. It seems that only in the dream. I can laugh and have a good job until the broken voice from the dream, let me last hear. I don't understand the surroundings. I actually really only only the grayish black. Reality is just not the brutal If you can't read it, you will always be the color of the gray party. I also asked me in my dreams and in the reality. I am more real. I have crying. I have smiled. I am sad. I am happy. When you wake up, you have disappeared in addition to the dialogue of cold air and my heart. I can't find any traces. I have been confused to doubt what I did today. One day, one day I got to think that they were just a dream. The sky did not have any traces, but I have already flying.
