Forgive me for playing my tunes For
being forced, arrogant, and loving
I can have a lot of words, I can be very quiet and
find a piano to chat with, it’s very simple to be
quiet alone, it’s not hard to
believe me, I’m not autistic
and peaceful . There won't be any waves in my heart. This
is what I want, but don't forget
, be quiet. It
's the words I'm willing to write for
myself The story continues to multiply in whose memory, and seeing the language that people left to me is sometimes warm, sometimes happy, if you can have it, choose to be unsophisticated and presumptuous, this is the note of the blessed remains in my piano, and it will gradually disappear, even if They had so much happiness from me back then. Simple, beautiful, and clean happiness. Now, I can't write good words and play good songs . I ask myself again and again, is my life too impetuous, or am I getting dull and stupid, and I have no feelings and no feelings in my life. Happy , but, I feel more and more that life is the joys, sorrows and sorrows that cannot be written in musical notes . After I have made it clear and proved that the shared mood can be written down, it is no longer irrelevant. Those names were stopped and abandoned. Today, I also forget that I used to linger. Where is the sigh that follows silence and words of encouragement complete the final funeral non-stop bombardment is not pleasure not narcosis not fantasy
Words on the
water
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