There is a wound that I have recovered before I found it.
I only see it healing imprint
I don't know how to be injured.
when and where
--Inscription
First, Anno:
Ancient town.
There is a small hotel in the corner of the street, unknown, and the sun is in the door of the door.
This is a tag.
The owner is called Anno, female, twenty-seven years old, long hair.
I am Annuo.
Today, my hotel lives into a single woman.
She said that she is called.
It is really a very lazy name, the meaning of peace.
She should be called like this, I can't imagine that she can be called another name.
Sorry, I slept from the afternoon, I took a very large brown rough backpack out of the door, back late.
Sometimes she will stop at the door and see the calla.
Scent daily wear white shirt, different styles, but always only white.
There are a lot of tourists, come and go.
Only, it seems to be settling, staying.
However, we have always maintained strange and polite in the first time.
I am with someone who doesn't decide each other because of the short-term.
Sorrily talk very little.
I don't like to talk.
So the two often silently sit in a north of the garden. Tropical plants grow upright by our side.
I love this quiet, so I am very good.
Second, Scent:
I only like white clothes.
I am from.
Farm, white is most sensitive, people who like white clothes are idling.
But getting away, do you forget, you have always been only white.
This summer, I went to the ancient town alone to find the horseshoe.
In the corner of the street, I found it, I saw it. The green branch leaf immersed in the large wooden barrel, the petals were ignorant white, and the ice cream is cool and sweatless.
I also see the owner of the calla, named Anno's long-haired woman, she has thin expression and her deceased, will play my toes when I am lonely.
I believe she has forgotten you, because she is not waiting in her eyebrows.
Far from, you will be forgotten by people.
I used the old Nikon who sent it to shoot, took the bridge, water and jungle he told, and the old man was blowing ancient music.
The mad woman who always tied to the seventeen braids is still, as he described like silent, I will take pictures for her, she is not moving, she is not completed, the abandoned statue, still, broken, restless and has an latent狰狞.
Farward, ten years ago, when you see her, she is already this. Because I heard that time is lost to the madman.
I don't care about time, I don't care everything that is not related to shooting.
As for Annuo, she just became a girl who met when she was in the ancient town ten years ago, she has grown, and I have been greener.
It is a seventeen-year-old girl, a seventh year ago, a seventeen-year-old girl, a seventeen-year-old girl who was taken away by a 10 years ago.
Third, Anno:
Farward, I can easily identify the Beidou Seven Stars from the stars, just, without you, they all have light.
Far away, the same, seeing the stars and love, is something that needs to be practiced.
Grand away, I miss you so much.
People have thought that Annuo is a woman who will not love.
That is because they have no secrets of peace of mind.
They only saw her day to take care of the white calla, quietly laughed, and only plenty of shadows in the street sunshine, and thought that her blood is also thin, and love is thin.
They were wrong.
What kind of people I know most I know Anor.
Because I am Ano.
Far from, I am suddenly lost lover and enemies, my initial love and the last love, my lotus is my dagger.
Anno's soul, has been taken by your shot in a ten years ago, now Anno is just a memory, a residual body left after a five thunder. It is the street corner of the horseshoe, you said.
Made in the middle, the seventeen-year-old, the emperor looked up, and he didn't bother to hit your eyes, your love.
When you take the moment, I took the moment.
Horseshoe, I know, I will send you away, late, you kiss me, not, or you didn't kiss me, in short, you turn a bend next to the horseshoe, walk away, In the night wind, the horseshoe, you can't see you, watch you disappear.
Since then, I have been keeping white calla, it is a tag.
If you come back a day, you can still find me.
But this is not waiting for you, getting far away, I am not waiting for you, because I haven't left it for a while.
You have been with me.
Fourth, the crazy woman of the seventeen braids:
I know a secret.
Only to listen to the gray mouse in the third house in the east to the wisdom.
Pure and clean, clean, white, white, calm, Annuo, who was seventeen, a rainy night, next to a baby boy. Anno's mother killed this baby boy, buried in the south corner of the yard. Subsequently, Anno killed her mother and buried in the North Point of the yard. Anno said that her mother has changed his hometown, only I know she is lying.
You smell, after the entrance of the street, you have a hoe, you can smell, you can smell blood, the most strong at dusk, they are faded, and the courtyard is falling.
The blood of the newborn baby and the blood of the middle-aged women were tangled after the soil of the mud, they gave each other, and the two blood-clad claws rushed to each other, twisted each other, so that the opponent was unrestrained, they sometimes even screamed.
The blood will make a scream.
This is why I never near the yard after the sun is falling.
I am a crazy woman with a scorpion, you can of course don't believe me, this is just a story that said to the mouse.
Five, Scent:
In the early morning, the mirror took photos and found that the face of his face was bright, and the lips in the dark were shining.
I have a few suspects that is another person, borrowing my flesh, showing her soul.
People in the mirror wear long shirts, black hair lazy. She volts can be in front of the mirror, the eyes are like demon, charm, burn and free.
Course
This is indeed me
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When I blinked, she also blinked;
When I ubk, she also naughty;
And, I have never wearing a man's blouse to do pajamas.
She and me, as opposed to each other, I gave each other, and I was not close.
She is getting angry before.
I start to understand.
When I met, he was nearly forty years old. At that time I was studying photography, he is my teacher.
The last set of photos filmed before the blind, and I know that the rumors have also been far away and affectionate.
The photos are about an ancient town: white shirts, white shirts next to callin, female madness of seven-seven braids, boat in the shade, bridge, water and jungle.
Shooting abandoned skills, only use emotions, and said, people will only forget their skills when they feel feelings, and enter another creation experience. I believe that you must love a woman in this ancient town to the extreme.
I decided to end the emotional life of the years, packed the mood, came to get angry, telling him that I love him, and he should also love me.
However, he only took the left ear to me, nodded, and reached out and stroked my face and hair, "Sorran", he said, "You are a very smart woman, you should have such a request."
Smart, how is it, it is getting farther, and it does not follow. Sixth, Anno:
Sometimes, I will see my mother, she looked at me, she said: "Anno, how much I love you. Anno, I hate you."
She is coming to rainy day, and she looks at the house through the window.
And my son, he often squats under the bed, waiting for me to find him, he is like extremely far away, has slender eyes and good-looking nose.
Far, you see, after you go, I am not alone.
Seven, Scent:
This day, heavy rains, the temperature dropped, I borrowed her old jacket to Anno, then took off the shoes, walking barefoot along the bluestone road.
I went to shoot the stone bridge in the rain.
On the way, I heard someone called Anno's name. I thought that Anno came back, looking back, only see the white rain on the stone road, four no one.
The ancient town is quiet.
I will continue to go forward, I intuken who is with me, I even feel that there is sticky breather wrapped around my bare legs.
To the stone bridge, the rain crazy, the whole stone bridge is standing. I started shooting,
Suddenly someone hugged me from behind, it should be a man, he said: "Ano, Anno, the rain is very big, go home with me."
This man misses me as Anor.
In the cold rain, I am in love with this strange, even the men's embrace and body temperature of the men who have not seen, I don't answer, I only let go of his cheek, I said it, I will go home with you, we go home .
Far, don't blame me, I am just a little loneliness.
It's too cold, it's too dim, you are not around me - you never be around me.
The farther, I seem to have to grab you with an invisible thing, you come, you, you are silent, you laugh, you can't see, but you can see it, you can see you, I love you, because I see I really cut it, so I was hurt.
Just getting far away, how is it hurt?
There is a wound that has been healed before I found it.
I only see its healing imprint, I don't know how to be injured, when, and where.
I am only in this strange location, enjoy the body of a strange man, and if he is Annuo, it turns out that Anno is not alternative, and it is just her old jacket.
I also gave the old coat to Annuo, I said: "Someone turned me as you."
Annuo smiled, "Schone, don't you think we look like."
Annola went to the front of the mirror, it was indeed, we all had a lazy black long hair, the sharp chin, the face is very pale, and it has deep love after deep love.
There is no sign, Andrew asked me: "Sorn, you don't know how far."
Eight, Anno:
Sorrily, the way to hold the camera is the same as the growing mode, she also absorbed with the camel smoke.
She is far away, maybe, I also love her.
I bubble a pot of bitter tea, I heard it, I was getting farther away from me, and my blindness became farther.
My dreams in memory, he is a beast, which is generally focused on strong cross.
Nine, getting angry:
In the summer of the seventeen-year-old girl Annuo, I have not seen it.
At first, it was blurred, then the thing I saw was a day. When I couldn't make anyone's Arno recognized from the white calla, I decided to leave forever.
Specially selected the luminous night, I have a big backpack, and I didn't even kiss her when I was walking. The seventeen-year-old girl Anno, my last thing I saw, my last desire, the last love, the last light.
Ten years later, a woman named Sacome asked me to take the equal love to her, I smiled, I was afraid that there were no one in this world, no one can reach this.
But because of the lengthy coldness of life, I put in her love, and I also put my heart to refute my decay.
Previously, I didn't have heard of it, she is more talented woman, acting unexpectedly, boyfriend car, like me when I am very young.
Sorrel is my past life, is also my comic, my child, is also my lover.
But I can't get much love to give her.
Schone said, how is it, how can I win your memories? And you can't see it anymore, even if Annuo is already mediocre, you can't see it, so she will always block your chest, so that you can't love others anymore.
Sorrel, getting far away, people like this are killed. Because your world is no light, your heart is taught by illusion, you can't get love to give anyone, you are ridiculous and cruel.
Sorrel, getting far, goodbye, I will find calm lily.
She is right, people like this are killed.
People who have been born with memories are the kill.
People who fall in love with illusion are killed.
I came to the photo of the seventeen-year-old girl Annuo.
I accurately stroked her face, white calla land standing at the dark corner, touching a little warm, a bit of peaceful.
I smash the photo of this photo to get a glass.
I touched the weak skin on the left wrist.
I use it hard to break it.
After that, put the hand in the water of the fish tank, because of the sun, this water is fine, and the black goldfish will kiss me to grow blood.
However, it will not heal it.
It turns out that death is like this, such a cool.
Such white.
This is cool.
Ten, Scent:
I looked up and saw that I was standing at the door, in the sun, white Saxie Snow, did not dy.
He looked up in the way, when he saw Annuo's back, if thoughtfully.
At this time, Annuo turned back with my eyes, I believe she also see him.
They finally met, there were many memories for a lot of time, and those who have been very far away, and finally they can start slowly.
Eleven, Anno:
In the story, I still paused, she always looked at the door, I also turned back, guess who I saw who.
Far away, he did not see a little old trace, he dressed in white.
I grew up, I like Anno, which is seventeen, and he pods him with a smile.
Should I hold him cry, or keep me cautious in the bloody eyes of the mother and my son?
Twelve, the crazy woman of the seven-seven braids:
I saw a man who made Ano pregnant ten years ago.
He lost his shadow in the sun, so I knew that he was actually dead.
When I passed, he laughed, he laughed, he stayed with me, and remembered me gently after death.
Anno should also see him.
He is clearly coming.
She mistakenly thought that he was old.
I saw that the man's image became more and more light. Anno knew that he was permanently lost him, and finally smashed.
That long-term woman with a woman like Anno kneel on the ground hugging her.
Then, I ran over at dusk, wrap them tightly, and I didn't see anything.
Thirteen, Anno: It's far away.
My son came from the south corner of the hospital, and my mother came from the northern corner of the court, and they died in the farther love.
And now getting far away.
Everything falls, including long love, including cruel kill, including loneliness.
I fell from half of the air and ended the suspension of ten years.
I got the ground and felt numbness and dull pain.
The length of life is unreserved to be unhappy for the first time.
Far, do you come to Ako, or come to the seventeen girl ANNo?
There are some differences between this.
But in any case, since you have arrived, then you will say goodbye.
But why do you get tired each time, you go away, do you say goodbye?
Next time, let me hurt you first, I am also selfish.
Don't, get far away.
Fourteen, Scent:
I have a heart, I know how far is dead, he will say goodbye to Ano.
I picked up old Nikang began to continue shooting towards growing away.
It is getting more and more light, then disappears.
I have hugged Andro.
Farm far ended in Aino, which is getting won by the year of China.
After he died.
That photo, a piece of Zhang, all the white horseshoe laughter in the big wooden barrel, which is getting farther away.
However, I am convinced that he has been here. He did stand in the dark corner of this calla, said to his illusion.
I must know, I have also said to him when I have.
Fifteen, the dark corner of the calla lant is very suitable for someone to wavily
