Mejon connects Qinyu. It was me who walked to Chaoge, and it was also the station where I took Metro Line 12 to the south. I set up three hotels that could be used for a long time, and then Li Tong (singer) and I would catch the snow in the evening, and we would wait until it was dark to slowly rock back.

Whenever I see the subway passing by.

The girl thought after waking up from her hallucinations. The eyes suddenly reflect things. It makes the immediate inaction even more flattering.

So in the clarity of the space, I found that this imagination seemed to be only at this time, it was a little heavier. However. This is exactly what the wind feels like when the wind blows the ukiyo. But. No one came. And I've done it too, and I'm just as sad as the singer. It's as if you're walking ahead and I see it. It was the same for the first few times. I watched you walk in front of you, maybe so, if you are not careful, you become a passerby. In the midst of the staggering, even in the dim light.

They are as clear as life. So we will come back here again, much like / No matter how many times we walk, every layer of dust is trodden by, here / mixed into an indescribable gas, / They loop in the air and fall to the ground to cover each other.

I feel the strange meaning of the night. It emits a strange smell from overlapping skin.

The subway swayed slightly through the dark tunnel. I sat across from him and watched his farewell, seeing nothing but the boundless darkness. What you have taken is what you want. Forget about it. I went back and forth in the dark, but there seemed to be a light all the time.

Since yes, it seems to be such a thing.

Or I told myself I needed to do it. I can barely tell how far away we stand from it, though. Any act is very much like the dialectic that lies behind it. Because the scope of what I can think about is too narrow.

We are surrounded by the silence of time, and we face its unstoppable subtle worries.

I don't remember what I said suddenly.

The music flowing through the headset is by the "Two Steps Into Hell" TSFH Ensemble. Of course no one listens to this. I saw the girl raise her face from the book and glance at her watch from time to time. But the progress of time does not seem to be satisfactory. It doesn't look like I'm waiting for anyone. Needless to say, however, seeing the branches of the trees that were crushed by the heavy snow all over the ground, the vitality was solidified in a certain premature death. It's basically the same everywhere in the world. Much like in the cold. It is a lush grass. There is no difference between our principles of life and this thing.

I clearly felt that my small self was just an illusory shadow. Yet I will, friend, I go far alone, without you, and without any other shadow in the darkness. I am the only one who is sunk by the darkness, and the world is all my own.

I remembered that Li Tong (singer) wrote in MSN:

I think it's only those who live near the Origin with difficulties that they leave the Source. People who are often on the move, like this, at night, are peaceful, rainy, but dark, like that, it's my adaptation to these tools. I was terrified. It was full of promises, and it seemed threatening to me, but I would follow it. In the midst of the fixed self came one after another, and I saw that in this group, their waiting kept disappearing and coming.

These are not a determination to leave, but an infinite will. We can't see all the snow that falls on a person's life. But I know that in these sad corners, there are many people, born and entangled.

Because of the girl who faded in my heart, but never disappeared.

When I left the court, I didn't mention it to anyone. Much like night consciousness.

I struggled out of the clouds of a bygone era, and found that the clouds still seemed to fall heavily on my knees. It was only at this time that it became a little heavier, because it became a circumference of my own subjective feelings.

They're so small, maybe even narrower.

It's the petals that occasionally fall on the hair, and they are whirling and confused. And in fact, when you realize that everything is still changing. I don't know why. There are still things that have not been found, and there will be countless people living in this world after me.

I seem to see Li Tong (singer) smiling again. A gust of wind blows, gently,

A few petals were scattered.

Li Tong put on a black coat. Turn to look at me. The hair is very dark. Described as thin.

We rely on. We're closer, closer. It still seems to be a little strange, no one speaks, and there is not much uneasiness in the uneasiness. Or I kissed her. So much so that a woman's body thinks that it is the breath it needs.

I suddenly said to Li Tong, "I'm getting closer and closer to you, but I'm much older." ”

For a long time, I felt that life, real life seemed to be about to begin. But there will always be some kind of obstacle, such as having to get something done first.

The clouds no longer float, but, I know, everything is not like this, because . . .

There will always be expectation, and there will never be a lack.

Our time is today.

It can be said to be some kind of feeling that I am lost, and it falls from the sky. So I said to the girl, "What will happen to me, and where will I end up? Because of you, I think of myself as if I were still alive." "Like the wind passing through the roses.

Imagine that we should be in a drizzly dusk, and the weather is not as cold as it is today. If we are in the endless street, the surroundings are quiet, and we can only hear the sound of raindrops hitting umbrellas.

However, I don't know if she heard the slightest whirlwind and remembered the changes.