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Write before beginning, after finishing
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When to begin, when to over? There is everything all the time, even eternal, whether have edge.
This confused city, can not hold the eternal border, with exchanging the unreasoning passion lonelily, with sharing the luxury of the tears lonelily.
Could my figer tip play the innermost thoughts and feelings of obtaining you? Could my visual field see your scenery?
Do not look on it as the brightness with dark antithesis again
No longer go forward hand in hand with the slight chill in the air in autumn
As the breeze no longer kisses with sending tips
Do not look on it as the expression in one's eyes with your collision again
Whether have already melted for an organic whole not any more eternal at ends of the earth and cape.
The youth is a personal letter of that moonlight outside the window
Meet you To the night to a thousand Have no time too
Will not you like So a sentence has been stranded gradually
The deep love picture needn't irrigate that basin of lies
So you Would rather not neglect either afraiding
There is no love So your love fades
How to speak with you
I am a snow flake of a handful of helplessness Stroll in the hot summer when you gave
I am the dancing slippers of a solo dance Rotate on the stage of your shelf
I am a slice of leaf in autumn withering Wheel over the wind that you blew
I am a forlorn match Burn the boundless under you
Stay and can not remember but can not learn to free how to go.
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