Memory for 600 days .......... What is the most precious? Is it life or love? Or is it an endless wealth and glory? I don't know ~ Maybe you know ~ I remember that I have been unable to pull it out in the same dream. Under the rain of the rain, my child is holding a broken fish tank disabling, looking at the water gradually dry and the finger Between, the palm of the tail cyan fish is a little bit of suffocation until death, then I still have crystal tears and slide next to it ~
It seems to be between the first moment, we grow up ~ I used to don't expeprently exist. In the face of this society, we have started to make a fixed movement in accordance with your own trajectory ~ Maybe you will also be like me in a morning. Getting up or dusk suddenly asked yourself, what is my most precious thing? Do you remember? What is myself like me? When the corner of the city, the lonely eyes are like branding, even if there is an occasional stay, it is a heartbeat tortured his own, is it destined to be a tragic person? Although trying to restrain yourself, suppressing your own thoughts ~ but seems to be self-contained in drug abuse, every time the pain is always getting bigger and bigger, time is getting more and longer ~ Maybe in a certain day you will not recognize the mirror Who is that? Tragedy, tragedy ~ I have no contact with me, or I can't remember how to love someone ~ How long does it take to get rid of rain like it, scrub your own feelings, vent your own pain? Depressed ~ Then on the 2nd day, I will go back to the Phoenix Nirvana. I don't know if we still like the fifth street coffee or milk tea. Do you still like the 129 mulk in the evening ~ My memory is just this ~ Remember who, forget who ~ Who knows ~ Everything is changing ~ Only the look is still two scenery Scene1 (dim) && scene2 (bright), this is a secret ~ -OVER-
