And at this moment, the detonator that was about to explode made me think of a scene in a flash. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Although I already have a girlfriend,

But in my heart and soul there seems to be a man,

I've never seen it,

I never knew its gender,

What is it?

What is its name

where it comes from,

what it wears,

Even it didn't wear clothes,

It seems,

Hiding behind the clouds,

It seems to hide in a misty fog,

I always,

To this day,

or later,

I can't even see it,

It's so imperfect,

It's so backward,

It's so ugly,

How poor it is,

It's so quiet,

Quiet to,

It's in this life,

None of them are needed,

In a word,

Make a sound,

No

It makes a sound,

than my heartbeat,

Also whispering,

its mouth,

It's so small,

As small as anything,

It can't hold it,

It's hands that are so short,

Not touchable, anything,

Such a complex world,

It's hidden, so I never see it,

How I regret it, how I regret it,

It's all money can't buy,

It's all the hard work to seek, and it can't be exchanged,

It, no matter how deeply it loves, it will not mercifully share its love and feelings with you,

Because it will be afraid,

Break this tranquility,

How still,

How quiet it is,

How ugly it is,

But so much beauty,

To go to match its nobility,

What a luxury it is,

How cold it is,

Cold to,

the distance between the solar system and the Milky Way,

It's not that it doesn't dare to love, it's not, it doesn't dare to approach,

It's just,

afraid

The dust of this world,

Let it open its eyes,

How well it sleeps, all praise is compassion,

How lonely it is,

All praise, it doesn't care,

How calm it is,

This natural beauty is peerless,

Ugly me, ugly me,

Handsome me, handsome me,

Ordinary me, incomparably ordinary me,

I, in front of it, expose my hypocrisy,

My pathetic greed,

I, in front of it, is a joke, and I am in front of me, even more of a joke,

There is a mirror in this world, it has no price, the universe has no peddling,

The I who shine into it is stretched, I am shortened, I am twisted, I am spinning, I am separated.

And it's even more fragmented,

But it, I just want to see it for a second, just for a second,

I'm deeply tired of this beautiful surface,

But deep in his heart, he glimpsed the incomparable greed and filth,

And you

But in this universe, tens of trillions of worlds,

Never sent one, even one,

The slightest sound,

You always hide, I always seek,

I've never seen you,

It's my life, the biggest regret, the regret,

I don't deserve to be alive until I have seen you,

The pale life of the crowd,

A piece of white,

How bright red you are,

Incomparably bright red, this fresh, less than a microsecond,

But it can last a light year,

The sun is incomparably inferior,

The life in the sea of people for 10,000 years has accumulated into a mountain, and it is not a second better than you,

You're always hiding,

You've never wanted to be a star,

You've never been a singer,

Exposing the sound to the sea of people,

You never have a purpose, you can't even enjoy,

What's more, will go and sing any song,

You are silent. I don't even want to open my eyes,

I want to make eye contact with you,

But I'm afraid that the kindest eyes will have a fierce light,

You are delicate,

That dull, you rough, you great giant,

Great wealth, great power, terrifying voices,

By your side, gone,

This is the purest sound,

It's a huge luxury that no matter how much money and interests and anything you can't buy or exchange,

How glamorous your ugliness is, I can't bear to call you it, because you are you.

I never foresaw it, I never met it.

That quiet voice,

Almost, audible, in the air,

Drifting by, the sound of a tiny molecule,

That's how sensitive, delicate ears to be, ashamed of oneself,

You say, "You don't need to be boasted, because you're afraid to meet,

I'm like a cruel thief,

Steal, snatch, a look at you, seems to feel like myself, imitating you, alive.

I'm a thief, stealing your eyes, but you don't want to, no, open the most beautiful eyes,

The most beautiful thing in the world, isn't it, I can't touch it, it's not that I dare not touch it,

I really want to go, touch you, even if it's a little,

Your heartbeat is not as fast as mine, and your lung capacity is not as big as mine,

Eyes, not as penetrating as me,

Without the strength of my wrists,

Without the arc of my movement, with tension,

Frightened, humble, evasive, confident,

I'll always, I'll never be worthy of you, even if I climb to the top, I don't have the tip of your iceberg

I have been, and have climbed to the peak, and I have also experienced the pleasure of lack of oxygen, admired by others, and once a celebrity,

That's me, the higher, the higher I stand, the higher I climb,

And the heart began to shrink,

It seems that he began to be indifferent, and put his heart away, as if someone who is destined will unfortunately hear,

At the end of the day, there can be no more fragrant grass, and in heaven, there can be no more delicate flowers,

Life is idle, that put aside money,

On an island, in an indifferent and desolate secluded place, under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums, leisurely see Nanshan,

That for those who have a heart, use the time of old aging, spend years, spend decades,

Down-to-earth, focus your eyes, and make a bowl of carefully boiled pork ribs and radish soup, how sour it is,

That wine, since it was aged hundreds of years ago,

The grassy road, the dilapidated eaves, no one passes,

That's for the pursuit of fun, that's for the pursuit of novelty, that's for getting countless money and power, fame, beauty.

But under this broken roof, how ugly you are, refracting the sun's rays, exposing one of your black teeth, but how natural your smile is.

And the boiled pork rib soup, soft-boiled eggs, and bitter dishes, but I am the most delicious,

I've never been worried about how clean your food is, and how clean it is that by the river, there are schools of shrimp and fish, and we can also savage it.

Outside of heaven, between hell, and you wander, before the grave, you caress the five-body dismembered angel who was unfortunately run over by a wagon,

You're under a huge tree, and you've only been there for a second, and no one has seen you, because they're looking down and playing with their phones.

But you, however, sow a seed, and this seed is a vaccine,

Let the tree of the heart of glass strengthen its body, but you do not spare the worm, and give it a piece of light, but you close your eyes,

You breathe, you hide, I keep pursuing, I never find you.

In the end, I have never shed a single tear because of you, I am reluctant, because of you, crying, I have never met you.

You hide outside the clouds and, slowly, fall asleep.

I make a cruel noise, I wish you a good night, hide.

And I am more suitable, in many, many places, to blow the cold wind, and I am tired of the bustle, the noise, the purpose and benefit, which has nothing to do with me, the one-year-old baby, lying in swaddling clothes, quietly asleep, but its small snoring, woke up, outside the window, in the trees, lovely mosquitoes and slugs.

In front of the stairs in the grotto, the last glimmer of black powder, the countless screaming bats that pounced on me, frightened and desperate, Hundred, Doctor, I woke up from the moment I felt at this moment, and then Hundred turned around and grabbed my arm.