But our world is in darkness, and we lie together, dreaming of the same person, someone far away, someone who brings us light.
Looking for, in a fog, holding your hand, we are growing up, despising each other's betrayal. When you lack strength, you, or I, tell a story, a story about light...
That dying horse made you cry, but I watched silently, as if I knew everything, look Walking past the wedding banquet, the tragedy stopped.
Every night, when we went to catch the train, Mr. Seagull said, it was going to rain and my feathers would get wet. The uncle who set up the stall seemed to be used to every time we missed, how could he know that we really set off that day.
He used to be full of hope for the footsteps behind him, but the result of waiting was loneliness after all, and he did not appear. Regarding his legend, it is worthwhile to believe what my uncle said. Anyway, we are destined to walk into another country, into the landscape that belongs to him.
That hilarious and heart-wrenching Greek actor, although he has touched your heartstrings, still has to say goodbye. Say goodbye to all the past days.
Our eyes are getting more and more firm. The scenery along the way is nothing. Occasionally, we need a little quietness to leave the crowd. Occasionally, we need the warmth of someone in the crowd. Grows like a plant, absorbs nature's endowment as best as possible, and forms agarwood in the wound.
God is silent, a huge hand with a mutilated index finger, its pointing is therefore unclear.
Look carefully, there is a tree inside.
Honey, we believe your jokes.
Heartbroken moments, trembling hugs, then, goodbye.
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