crystal snowflakes flying all over the sky, and
torrential rain,
Penn’s hurried figure, showing the depression of
solitary light and cold shadow,
warm warm yellow tones jumping,
and wind chimes whirling under the gentle brilliance,
The happy laughter glided over the tip of my heart,
always stopping at the rising of anger,
what can I use to redeem my soul?
My michelle, my love, the
densely covered area with black wings,
is the phoenix nirvana, my hinterland,
when the sun rises again,
I meet
you in the halo, your charming smile is still beautiful,
and there is a good baby called Dad,
the death in my sleep is peaceful and soft, the
ghost whistling to take me away, the
righteous undead and the evil star, at
this moment so close to hell,
is it also so close to heaven, so close to you at the same time?
Not yet, Max Payne!
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