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I depart from red green flicker, and the hustle and bustle of the street, walk, walk more more far...... A lonely face gradually ablation in the sunset hong kong massage. I do not know, this is the path to where the road.

Overlooking the world, oh, what a hypocritical, it is like nothing, but wrapped about to break the roaring of extreme Yin cloud.

Busy three thousand as false, that all my what?

Once the campus. With the scent of camphor tree, see the shadow like scenes: the students playing, falling on a bicycle thin youth...... Often such as movies, nobody will listen to song, savor the outcome g-suite cardinal, but hurried away, leaving some strange figure, the light will be reduced to fragments, scattered in the final.

We were young and ignorant, promises may think long oath: I'll wait for you, accompany his life. The setting sun in the destruction of the hug, warm in winter, be visible before the eyes, like fireworks into a bright, beautiful sky, but has reached the death side waiting for phagocytosis.

Break up in the rainy street, the rain as twitter removed from the trunk of the tree cutting, nicks, wet your eyes, your eyes will I rowed and covered all over with cuts and bruises, red terrible, delicately fishy breath.

Turned only take care, you haven't said a word, but cry for a long time. Those wet pupil with grief unspeakable.

You disappear in my sight, to the desolate boundary, Ergonomic chair camphor tree you no longer see the blurred figure.