Don't struggle in time

Looking at the outside of the car, the neon flash, enjoy the smoke, and then slowly spit out, watching the smoke dispersed, fade, fade...

I still don't understand why you left.

Maybe time has changed me, so that you will not be able to see me in time.

We may have known each other at 09:10. Why not just because the angle of the pointer was very beautiful at that time.

Looking at your blog anonymously, I know that you are also sentimental, and you are not very good. I know that you have not changed anything except makeup and clothes. The reality and the environment have not relaxed your erosion. He wants to wrap you in the dark.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner, such as a dream, a movie, a long shot, or just a picture, like smoke, fades, fades...

I never expect that the picture will become clear, clear, touch, and can tell, because I don't want to say how beautiful the stars are today to the incomplete moon.

I have forgotten how long we haven't spoken, and why we told you so much.

You didn't leave. It was time. He always brought some people. The new things and Thai cities stayed at your 09:10 and didn't know whether they could stop at the time.

It may be your eyebrows that keep time. When I came to you at 09:10, you opened your eyebrows and asked time to take me away.

I don't want to go, but I am walking slowly, but you are definitely there until you finally can't see you.

Spit out the last smoke, and the picture is lost again. It seems that you have looked back and said something.

Standing in the wind, the chest is still warm, as if you have never left.

Don't struggle in time