I want to laugh / to disguise the tears / noddles / admit that I will be afraid of black / I only ask / can take a little time to accompany you, but you don't think you want to cry / come to test your paralyze, there is no / worldwide / I'm like I am tired / don't matter / anyway, it's sad, I'm going to go, I hope that you will be desperate and helpless.! It's hard to chase the aftertaste / my world will be destroyed / perhaps, I may be violated (maybe something will be violated) tired / sleep, you don't sleep / single, no one, no one, no one, the night, the night, the dream, the world will be comfortable / my world will be Destroy / maybe decadent to cry / come to try to be paralyzed, no / world / seem to have me tired / inevitious / oh, it's sad, it's just a return / I hope that you are far away.
Gao Fei (far away, flying away, high flying) is ash / will not / let me forget who you are / night, the brush / dream violates / difficult to chase the aftertaste / my world will be destroyed / perhaps, it is not tired. / Sleep, don't sleep / single, no one, free ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
It was the song that decadent into the bones, decadent to my bones. The helpless strings are knocking on the rhythm of the desperate, stimulating each helpless soul.
I think I am also very decadent, and I have learned everything else, but the decadent is a small plot, I don't have anything, so, my decadence is not.
I don't know, there is no longer there in life, no longer about anything to live, everything is in silence, there is no reason to be unfaithful.
I am used to habits, I am used to life, I am used to there is no passion, I am used to it. I am used to it. I am used to seeing a cigarette hanging festive. yesterday.
This is an era of no hero. Without a faith, there is no intention of the soul, full of gossip garbage, the era of the vulnerability, "tragic", even the fantasy lost color. Also believe what, except for naked naked and quiet flowing blood and still jumping pulse. What is also the pursuit of self-deception, only a self-laugh in the life of the life, in the case of indulgence, and there is a little bit of death.
On the simple bag on the back, go to travel, go to the waves. I woke up and found that I have always fled. GET UP, GET UP ...
