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the world, is not always some people will increasingly diffuse as the white fog, like Mongolia [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], in the long grass in bloom gradually disappearing into the light from the clear layer profile, and had appeared in the background that sounds familiar, will eventually eliminate the magnetic tape as the same, slowly reveals a layer of noise, the final transformation to the obscure, forgotten by time discrete to the river to go.
all the emotions flooded river, the river flooded all the love-hate, drown all sorrow, drown all regret [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], all do not want to leave the submerged and eventually leave. Edge in this river, who bid farewell to whom? So lonely forehead covered with a sunset, Hui-ray to see a no name inside the beautiful wilderness, to have the ends of the earth burial.
we always pass by, we always leave each channel, do not understand in a corner and moments, left, right away, we really have to out of each other's lives. Those who had said goodnight to in that instant, after all, fireworks exploded in the inter-mortal, but also the neglect of a long long time between the end of the
did not write, not already numbness or desperate life. But, mind looking for an exit. Happened to read a word, the only watch I have been numb. I am very quiet. Without a trace the owner, I am very humble. Is no longer about you, how this is a story I made so hard to teach. Do not know whether he still too naive too naive [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and my heart is not something over time and flat down. There is a love that, even love, but unable to speak. There is a love, obviously want to give up, but can not give up. There is a love, which is clearly suffering, but not immune. Or, I trapped in this love.
wound is to give people a disgrace to uphold the illusion of their own. Hanging around in the reality and illusion. Another through a dream. I do not recognize that about her. But still came in my mind. Is an illusion, whether happiness or the sadness is an illusion. I believe she will be happy. But I can give her happiness is not with the. It does not matter. In front of so many lonely days are dead in the river, not long to begin a new journey. Or, at that time, I do not have hard at weaving this story down ... ...
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