once wrote an article called "Falling" when I was a child, but it was just one of the many lost manuscripts.
I never wrote about the ghost that fell from the bridge on that full moon night.
About the ultimate beauty of those souls who are independent and special for each other.
Like a monkey catching a butterfly at the highest point of a maze.
Finished, is a story for others to see.
The end is yourself.
It is the sadness of repeated browsing on starless nights.
no one survived.
Little girl is weeping, "I don't like this story"
is the last corner's don't give up.
"No...No...No...No..."
Remember there is an Indian fairy tale called "The Tree that grows upside down"
is not the baobab tree that will destroy planet 612.
Follow the tree trunk to the center of the earth, and rescue the princess whose tears can turn into pearls and laughter can turn into flowers.
I lost the last page of this book.
Comedy never ends.
Bridge, Horse, Masked Man, River and Solitude.
Everyone is laughing.
The little girl fell into a coma and said, "papa, people burnt our house."
It was a happy story in the end.
A happy ending is not required.
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