Time flies.
Everything passed at a glimpse.
And my precious youth time flow by, into the sea.
And this is so-called 'life'.
And time washes away dreams, leaves nothing behind, but a filter cake.
Then, calcinate it. Decompose everything.
And left a bunch of ashes.
That's me.
Friday, March 21, 2008
收集制作的佳句。。。(第八集)
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