Just for that one sentence, the woman followed him without any remorse. Abandon stability, abandon dignity, and abandon the world.
She said that she liked the way he sang to her, it was beautiful.
However, he gave so little what she wanted.
Unforgettable is that dusk, he suddenly appeared in front of her and said to her, I have been following you from the beach to here, because you are the person I want.
What is a perfect performance, are you satisfied with your shouting to so many people?
He once passed through that desert, like a doomed robbery.
The inexplicable desire for witchcraft, or everything that is just an illusion, has never happened, so deceive, betray, make the person who loves you sad and desperate, but you are helpless.
You just laugh, blindly sink into the illusion of alcohol and tobacco, what do you want to get rid of, what do you want to grasp, what do you want to forget, what do you want to remember.
From one door to another, but, isn't it, you have never opened that door, so you fear, you doubt, you shout, you accuse. Who do you want to sing to, and who do you want to sing to?
Everything is arson, you dance over there, but I cry over here.
The smoke made her completely desperate. If everything is not our imagination, will you still be the original you, or from the beginning, I have not walked into your world.
For him, she was about to dry up.
She fell in love with a poet, she was not his goddess.
When he said give me some death, she had nothing left.
If death can't make people desperate, if death can't get rid of the inner fear, if even death can't pull him back to the original point, if even death can't make him stop talking.
Then, there is only one destruction.
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