2011年08月15日
Deprave the memory
Deprave the memory under the violet
And then is such a, say laughing afternoon, the clock has been being knocking, even lonesome all smile me too degenerative.
Disappear under the violet of memory or deep or shallow, I, don't know why, the corner of heart's seeming to be for a long time don't see sunlight, estimate to have been full with at this moment very airtight moss.I always so, don't dare and peep own heart, because afraid see there of damned oneself, that depravity is in ten thousand Zhang abysses and daze and frighten into inaction, then the barefoot station look in all directions in the grass cluster of full with thorn, like sunflower silently on guard at the mid-night …… didn't see there violet for a long time for a long time, that big slice of and big slice of purple ocean, probably long have never seen there of earnest oneself, I think, I am to don't recognize that acquaints with but again unfamiliar oneself.As for original good luck, I don't want to think, because I am to habitually deprave.
The memory that depraves under the violet, always fine and brief, haven't waited I respond to come over and then disappear without a trace.Want to cry, but have no tears, want to smile, but don't know how to smile.So, always so the noodles take the smiling face of camouflage to rise in each sun without the facial expression of morning.Deprave, don't need reason, give up, don't need to be orotund.So …… the sleeping of calmness go, degenerative tears, bury that violet under of memory.
And then is such a, say laughing afternoon, the clock has been being knocking, even lonesome all smile me too degenerative.
Disappear under the violet of memory or deep or shallow, I, don't know why, the corner of heart's seeming to be for a long time don't see sunlight, estimate to have been full with at this moment very airtight moss.I always so, don't dare and peep own heart, because afraid see there of damned oneself, that depravity is in ten thousand Zhang abysses and daze and frighten into inaction, then the barefoot station look in all directions in the grass cluster of full with thorn, like sunflower silently on guard at the mid-night …… didn't see there violet for a long time for a long time, that big slice of and big slice of purple ocean, probably long have never seen there of earnest oneself, I think, I am to don't recognize that acquaints with but again unfamiliar oneself.As for original good luck, I don't want to think, because I am to habitually deprave.
The memory that depraves under the violet, always fine and brief, haven't waited I respond to come over and then disappear without a trace.Want to cry, but have no tears, want to smile, but don't know how to smile.So, always so the noodles take the smiling face of camouflage to rise in each sun without the facial expression of morning.Deprave, don't need reason, give up, don't need to be orotund.So …… the sleeping of calmness go, degenerative tears, bury that violet under of memory.
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