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The rain has stopped, or stopped, no reason, no cause and effect, suddenly fell in love with the rainy day, rain drops, trickled fall, a trace of a trace amount of inching, inching moist, so freely, without restraint, without noise, everything is no mutual affection is washed, everything is restored to their original state, wash out bit by bit, slowly everything hypocritical mask hedge Miniso, and thus, everything starts from the origin again, everything is silent, the peace of the world. But I have no chance to even have a rain. The rain has stopped, but really love very love rainy day, it is like like. Really want to really want to can explicitly run in the rain, so wantonly Shouting and ruthlessly stepped up dancing rain, the rain also crashed into the body, wet the hair, stay on the clothes. Cold rain, very comfortable very extravagant. It mercilessly crashed, it happily dancing, very busy very cold and cheerless, sober very helpless. Good hope good hope can freely suspended in such a moment like that scene, the rain, it is the tears of cloud, and stood there feeling at the moment it together silent grief, so silently, rain, falls on the face; Tears, in the face. Slowly, slowly, they are the same temperature, the same drop. Forget that year, the last time, happy in the rain, the moment of arbitrary. Time has not stay, it has not come back, again thick diary also can't find traces of once. Crazy, turn over the page, page by page page capricious, page by page, and page by page, only dull, dense text, then lost the moment touched, left the tears that moment. So, twenty years, when I was a child is always very eager to you can grow up overnight Miniso, but finally slowly on the road, but found no longer home, slowly all the way to learn with a heavy burden, with thick mask, learn to disguise to learn a person to wipe his wound, a person comfort myself wronged, a person secretly wipe the tears unwittingly. Grow up, really is a very real challenges, can't go back on our word, can't escape, can not shirk, can't repeat itself, all can't, then what way are you a person, no matter what, like it or not, you have to carry, there are complaints you will have to swallow, have wronged you hide yourself, you wound have to recuperate, have dissatisfaction you have to debug your own, this is you have to wipe. May experience pain, just know loses isn't experience can still read the bitter. Having seen too many things, too many people, have a vast, really see through a lot, sometimes really feel very grievance very grievance, but would not necessarily have sympathisers, not everyone can empathy, people are selfish animals, will never understand that is not his own tired at that moment. Really want to really want to cry, but when a person was too much really will be very tired. Really want to really want to run a, a person will carry too much really sick. Really want to really want to, but not as a corner in the world, the one can let me hide the corner of the healing well. Really want to really want to, but I can't find, I can even have the qualification to all have no, even have a chance of rain. Sometimes feel heart good tired, really don't want to involve all, but I still don't escape, still have to disguise, or themselves in blindly with a smile, the smile is false Medicox , very painful, see his heart is pulled up, but who would listen. Couldn't find a can rely on the corner, but always secretly in the darkness of the woli choked back the tears rolling, repressing the painful sniffles, a spark, delimit falls a drop will erase, until the tears dry, and also people are tired, then sleep, the pillow that wet pillow, no security, no peace, only because of tired, energy is overdrawn, and so, pull the heart is tearing around the quilt, silently to go to sleep, in dreams to continue the wanton tears, silently, silent. |
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