I said, if you leave, what about my locked love? Will I be free? Or will you be happy without a piece of meat?
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Helpless light lingers around.
Your heart begins to plant a seed that you think has no fruit.
Watch it grow without stopping it.
You don't know how to use your heart.
There is hope by watering, fertilizing and sprinkling some sunshine.
No matter how bound.
There will also be dawn to penetrate and open elegant flowers.
Hot water began to flow into the calm lake.
Meet the same temperature as them.
Love is an ocean in which people indulge.
It is not easy to swim out when it is deep.
Perhaps plain face is the most common appearance.
But the water here seems to be urgent.
Like a hard stone smashed in.
The companion watched coldly.
No words, no comfort, no concern.
Suddenly, it was extremely cold.
A sad magpie is standing on the tree.
Every time I am happy, I want to say something to the sky.
The sky says busy, thunder and lightning.
Suddenly, the clouds disappeared.
The magpie closed its gently opened mouth gloomily.
look forward to
The sky will look back at those tearful eyes.
But, nothing.
The magpie hung its head in disappointment.
It hurts like being burned all over.
It is the inadaptability of the current, and the little magpie thinks too much.
Or the warmth of the stream is not enough, and the sky is puzzled.
Or it should be neither salty nor light.
You said you were happy.
How to laugh in a life without spices?
You said you were happy.
How to get to the long-distance running without faith?
You said you were sad and I'd rather leave.
Don't separated souls break their hearts?
Do you want to find a reason to go with the flow?
Or hold hope in your hand?
Embrace in the arms of Iraqis
Let her fly, make her laugh and keep her warm.
So many impurities, so much can't be done.
Can you find a way to peel it off?
rather than
Make her heavier in your own way.
Every time, she sees you touching your face.
Are jumping for joy.
However, it is rare every day.
After every tenderness, her faith is getting worse.
However, you said that you would go that way and I would go that way.
Every time, you get along with others.
However, she rarely sees it.
Cold season
A lonely man
Can only hold hands halfway.
Never sweet life, into a simple and plain life.
What she can do may just be a silent experience.
And lose your temper.
Feel what you call your great love, your deep love.
But is that all you can give?
Or is she really asking too much? You are getting tired.
It seems to be in the world outside the cage.
When two people face each other, it will be easy.
She didn't know at first, and she didn't know what happened here.
I don't know. Love seems to have just begun.
How can it come to an end?
This seems to be really just a dream.
Woke up, only to find my hair wet.
Thought there would be sunlight shining through the glass.
Dark air covered the surface of the earth.