Life is an illusion. The blue sky is a disease that makes people feel scared. It is a kind of sadness. Maybe, you will feel warm after you afraid. That is a woman with deep humour eyes, which makes me feel scared. However, those words that exudes the ocean taste, but often in my mind, I will have a brain. I rejected them with my weak willpower, I know that is my drug. I think, our gap is to fit, I am afraid that I will stop struggling, those blue blood will quickly flow as my body, so I refuse. Sometimes I think, maybe everyone is lonely, those ill, like the genes in each cell, it is very special, regardless of blood. A corner in the icy stone forest with people who are sick with you. When one day, you didn't expect, in the eyes of the other party, I found a familiar pain, stop drifting. But more, in a moment, missed, just like the shortline of the two straight lines living in the heterogeneous space, extending in different directions, more far, continue to be alone. Some things are forgotten, some things can be commemoked, and there must be anything, it is what I can't understand.
I am always accustomed to escaping, in different occasions, fleeing different people, different things, and then forgetting.
