Love to five stars can't express the feeling of finishing this one at all. I like to worship and sigh and think deeply. Every expression, eyes, street, raindrops, iron, coldness, exhaled breath, inhaled powder, words spoken, road traveled, scratches, unbearable scars, cracking pictures, wooden desks and chairs, kicking, skin, blood, and blood hanging up Phone breath temperature heartbeat as well as cats. Every picture has a story.
It is quiet. It was quiet, slow and steady, so that the accumulation of power was so full that it didn't even dare to speak aloud, dare not cough, and dare not interrupt its narrative. Its power makes me look cold and heavy at noon on a clear sky. Naz's eyes penetrated the screen. John's inexorable eczema bothers every minute. People who are in a hurry are too anxious to stop, but they don't even have the right to reach out to block the other party and explain.
All the truth and the false are suffocated in the big gears of rules and human nature and so on. The night of... When the moment of last freedom followed was not complete relief and cheers. Quietly exited the play page. My mind was the cat that walked last. Several people were alone in the dark by the river, in an empty room, under the bridge. Received so much that my heart was full of silence at the moment.
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