Western eyes, the sky was painted black.
But what I have to do, as she was thinking.
I was like a bird, I always fly out the window.
I flew to her home.. Hmm ...
continued. I sleep, I do not
see who he secretly reveals, in a text
message that love, I wrote to her, without discussion
, sometimes I still love her front glass clearances.
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