This is a realm of it!
My spiritual world, there is no noise, just like the lake, no wind, no waves. I am always glad for their own performance and or low. My heart Tour
From the unknown of space, I only sensory financing through this complex and superficial world.
I also would like to, who belong to this night? Is it is not brave dogs bark but the middle of the night? Is the construction site through the night lights? Or that land
Away from the karaoke bar? Or is it a long time do not want to shut down the shop door? This night also belongs to whom? Internet cafes are blushing eggs that come out from the station to burn
Grilled people? The plot belongs to secretly sneak thief bad? It belongs to the cold wind shivering beggars can not sleep? And or belong to me, this
From solo thinking?
Every night after work, covered with dust into the bus, and then swept the city in the unconscious, and finally felt at the lights through wanton Office, follow a
Article also does not name a street melody, extending footsteps. Such as in the bustling Kam, I will always silently watching a young Rangers, he with the grace-hua
So out of tune your city seems to be to interpret those growing up in a materialistic Department extremely naive. His fluffy hair, knot-like paste overcast over pollution
Scale; he is better than excellent make-up artist has been cut and polish the dust depiction black face, but slightly dull ; his lips peristalsis, making his face in the cold wind, such as a shiver up the leaves as vivid.
