I am walking on the street alone. There are thunderstorms, but there is only a little black who can't open it. Umbrella, momentary loneliness and helplessness, will I suddenly crush my old self,
and what is even more tragic is that I hold the umbrella alone, thinking that it is my only support under the thunderstorm, even though I can't stop it for me Rain, at least, stay with me, but, it attracts lightning,
the face that falls to the ground, blood and terror cover the vicissitudes and loneliness of the crawling,
passers-by are curiously watching, stop and go, but, only stay Surprise,
I thought I was dead.
It is said that dying people always flash a little movie of their own life in their minds in an instant.
I was thinking, if I died, what kind of clips would the flashed movie be?
I remembered My girlfriend, the love that I neglected because I was busy with my career, she is gone and
lonely, stubbornness and bad temper,
I am not dead, but I think of the blue envelope in my drawer, I thought, why didn't I open it,
resurrected, It's not necessarily a happy thing, at least for me,
I don't like my original label, so I changed the label,
but resurrection is a miracle, for them. It's a pleasure, so. I became a specimen, I thought.
What will happen to the specimen, maybe it will die, do countless experiments, maybe receive different degrees of electric shock, life and death are all in their own hands.
So, I ran away, thanks to the kind attending physician
But, I don't trust anyone by nature, so, he doesn't know, in fact, I have another personality that exists with me, ask me, where is the third rose ,
I met Laura, no, it was Villanica, but, they were so similar, I knew I was in love with her, I couldn't hide anything in front of her, maybe the odd are always attracted to the
odd . I'm still a child. She is constantly retro.
The horror of the night is no match for a warm sincerity. Of course, I am still selfish, and I use her pain to write a legendary topic that belongs to me,
but I am destined to be lonely, maybe. So, she's getting old, no, she's getting old suddenly, I know, once my research is over, her life will end (I don't understand the logic here, it's probably her own self-righteous assumption, it doesn't matter, anyway, the whole It 's all hypothetical)
So, I left, still choose to leave, multiple choice in love, but, last time it was Laura's choice, this time it was my giving up,
but the camera switched to the cold and wet ground, still, white A dead head, a lonely eye, a helpless gesture,
maybe it was the movie before I died, a dream longing to be reborn, a love longing for a new life,
life, originally unpredictable, who knows,
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