An article about transcendence

We are still here & gt!

In retrospect, I used to be a young, arrogant, metal madman-I don't know who ordered my name. I belong to Sagittarius in the sky. After becoming a giant, I stepped onto the modern stage and longed for a lonely kiss, such as City Hunter and Arabian Dancer. Finally, I found the heart to rely on, know and really love you in the gray orbit of the poor earth! I really like you! However, love is hard to say, so I ended up with a childish wound full of first love and a wound that is difficult to heal. It turns out that love is so wrong. She is a sand dune witch in Crazy Mountain Villa and a gentle killer. It turns out that it is not easy to like someone. The final answer she left me was: silly man, forgive me today, don't be wishful thinking, find someone who loves you thoroughly! But that's a distant dream! "I have my own style" still broke up with a gentleman. Although there are past dances, footprints and possessions, everything is the past days, and then there are silent years, only silent farewell. I believe there is always love. At first, I thought I could interweave a thousand hearts, I thought I could be here or not, I thought I could have it all, I thought I could say goodbye to my ideal even if I was wrong, I thought I could accompany me for a lifetime, but I thought I was wrong, but you said silent goodbye. So I walked slowly between the past and today, at the crossroads, on the Tsing Ma Bridge, wandering around at midnight, sobbing in front of the glass box, and those hateful mosquitoes searched around, but I still couldn't help thinking of you one hundred and one times, because my soul wandered freely inside and outside, humming nameless songs, but it was hard to beat my demons. How helpless I am. Go home in the middle of the night, turn around and look outside-another door, see the secret police, and walk with you. You know how I feel. I rushed up to hold your hand, but you said, "Leave me alone, please let go of your hand!" " I am in a fog, I understand that our relationship is running out of time, so I have to sigh, because it is after our enthusiasm that you have your freedom. I should get used to your attitude. Solution! ",who knows my difficulty, I started a" long-distance running of unknown events "with my thoughts. Unexpectedly, the weather was not beautiful, and the cold rain didn't stop. I was soaked to the skin. I didn't know it was an illusion until I woke up, but I had to wait in the waiting room to catch a cold.

I can't find my happy kingdom, and I can't find a reason to continue to be intoxicated, but I wish I could see the stars, the moonlight and the space, but I am as pale as washing powder, just like all faded memories. On Sunday, Valentine's Day is full of cheers, including cold rainy nights, dancing in the rain, and the endless vast sky. I performed a solo "midnight complaint song" next to "midnight lost wall" in the city of explosion, and a surge of "red blood" came, "Silent Ask Heaven", but who was that? I swore in the Declaration of Civil and Military Heroes that from eighteen to eighty, I will love you endlessly, because you are the sun in my heart. No matter how ridiculous it is, no matter whether it will be as difficult as our ancestors' defense of evolution, as long as it is for you and for me, we just want to fly away from the sea. I love you all with you, to find our good times, to find our new world, to attend face-giving parties and high-temperature parties. You are my "only" and "always care". Even if it is gentle for a short time, two hearts have no regrets. Suddenly, a voice from a Japanese boy fell from the sky: "I want to mention … to wake you up, you … are guilty of …, you … are delusional from …!" " But we are not afraid. We are determined to pick up special weapons and all the crystal balls of love after a rainy night, but we should rush into the sky and brave a new world. I don't believe it. We should become immortal legends and surprise the world.

Armani, peace and love, who will dominate-my distant paradise, absurd world, life is beautiful! Stop arguing about "who is brave" or "I am angry", let's hold the acoustic guitar and conquer this "long road"! Because my bosom friend is in the street. Take the early train and look at the Great Wall, which is the real treasure of the East. It is my warm hometown, just like my parents in the Farmer by Paul von Paul von Hintze.