Let's go, you and I, spread out on the horizon at dusk, like patients under anesthesia on the operating table.
Then, let's go, you and me, when the night unfolds in the sky, just like a patient being anesthetized on the operating table ...
Love songs by J. Alfred Pruefer Locke
T.s. Eliot wrote it.
Do you believe me?
One of the greatest people in the world,
I want to ask you a question.
I told you all the questions.
Don't live in life, I want to live forever,
My name is "Voice of Children".
Let's go, you and me,
When the night unfolds in the sky
Just like a patient lying on the operating table;
Let's go and cross some semi-desolate streets.
Muttered and retreated
A sleepless night in a cheap hotel
Sawdust restaurant made of oyster shells:
The street is like a boring argument.
An insidious intention
Lead you to a difficult question. ...
Oh, don't ask, "What is this?"
Let's pay a visit.
Women come and go in the room.
Speaking of Michelangelo. ……
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