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The edge of reality and fantay, we truggle, like a helple wimmer, exhaled water came to you and take your breath away. Don't want to
Detruction, are till falling, and finally fall in love with and complete detruction, will you back to reality, to give you pour a pot of cold water. Cold and hot alternation, like
Reality and fantay.
Overcat, it eem that it' going to rain.
The broad road ha been tretched to the end of the treet, cold air, the wind i very big. The treet i till buy, the car tuck in the middle of the road, a few
Peronal out to their horn anxiouly.
Alone among the crowd traffic, excitedly ran, cried, greet paer-by look amazing.
Run for a long time, however, till not rain, topped with diappointment, looking into the ditance, I do not know where, at the end of a trange traying and in my heart
I felt helple
Strange... B: ye.
It feel like and deert, you can't ee the edge, eye jut and and ky, the yellow and blue. You'll feel
I o mall, everything, everything, like a whirlpool will be urrounded by you, you are truggling, don't want to be diappear, diappear, but all uele.WWw.hAOZUowEN.com
Often in want to life, why want to own in thi world, alo have thought of countle reaon to prevarication, myelf i, after all, i not clear. Actually each
People are looking for thi problem, there are million of people have made numerou anwer, but that' jut the people uffering with after a lifetime of product, it i not the anwer.
No one can olve thi problem, it will with the people to pa down from one generation to another, from one generation of people will trive for, with hi own life
To purue. Maybe one day, he will be anwer, may be with time banihed, no one will think about thi quetion, maybe... Mytery, after all i a mytery,
What i a life, no one can anwer.
Are not rain, the heart i wet, a feeling of MoMin filled with the whole chet, not ad not pleaed, eem to be anxiou. But let a peron more than anxiety
Mad. So tood at ea.
Road, alongide a vehicle with a whitle.
Still not rain, I looked at the ky, dazed, trange feeling eating into my heart.
Stood helple, want to cry, want to cry, want to run, want to vent your life, for the world. Think about everything. But thi i jut a thought, not
There are implementation.
The cold wind blowing, it i very cold, but I do not feel cold.
A loud horn will I wake up, he realized he had to tand for a long time.
The econd
In the night, the tar diperion. They are far away from u, every tar with mytery, with the ancient, with adne. They live in one thouand, one thouand, hundred million
Year, witne to the ebb and flow of the world, they emit a weak light, lonely, lonely, deperate to prove himelf. One thouand ten thouand ten thouand in time... jut
They live on?
Walking alone, till looking forward to the arrival of the rain.
Low head, thinking and remembering. Once upon a time all thi only do it on a rainy day. But at the moment, no rain, the mind become.
Everything wa uddenly attracted by the carlet.
They piled up on the lawn next to the ide of the road, with a withering, eroion, covered a layer of dut of life, they will eventually be buried, with regret and unwilling.
God i not fair, i alo a fair, he give you a beautiful appearance, but all thi need to change your life. So, he hook the four eaon
Roulette, let all the rebirth, death, lift, and then rebirth. He created the life gracefully, but raied hi hand, brutally detroyed him.
Jut, our world will be detroyed? In other word, the univere will be detroyed?
Once had a friend aked me, what will the world detroyed, we will conciouly? We will be in what form?
I ilently hook hi head at that time, but I wa leeple night.
I wonder if there i all thi, the tar, and the trillion of living thing a an exploion that go up in moke, that i how a cene.
I am a peimit, there i nothing wrong. Like to ee the fallen petal fell and the imagined him into the dut, like to ee that the raindrop, finally under the impact of being diolved, powder
Broken, like to watch the unet with the lonely world lowly inking, eventually wallowed by the darkne... They brought the detruction of the breath, but how many poignant, with a hock