Want to flyIf this time with snow - the street outside the window, the wall, roof, snow, is HuTongKou a eaves leaning against the one wearing black hood hat patrols in daiwan, half with sleep, look like snowflakes in midair cotton lumps jumping... If this night is a deep pole ah, not wall clock the hour we see instructions to the late into the night, this deep than is a cave, a deep pockets spiral cave deep... If I could have such a night, it plays on the bottom of the 3rd twined sinister the baekho tube; I was black Again, not a window screening down the snow, sieve light between the city through the move far dear; The undying faith in mud screening of struggling wheel; Sieve out in the skull to the uncompromising gushing...
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