Trance red lips

Running in that glass

Sentimentality of swimming

Finally drunk to the bottom of the cup

Pillow with lucid memories

Warmth hurts the desire of the deposit

The days of chaos never opened

The feeling of burning

In the passage of time

In the transition room of scenery

Scorched into a long—

Wounds that don't heal

"Wandering Love and Love" We 35, the feeling of chaos is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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