Friday, January 18, 2008
Working on the model
The sun
Why is there always a sense of sadness company with your smile in my memory?
I feel a piece of dark cloud is surrounding us and tearing us apart. I am struggling to see your face.
Perhaps it is just the moist of the peal river under the morning sun.
Everything will evaporate by noon I expect.
I feel a piece of dark cloud is surrounding us and tearing us apart. I am struggling to see your face.
Perhaps it is just the moist of the peal river under the morning sun.
Everything will evaporate by noon I expect.
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