raining. There is only silence, because the rain makes no noise but the noise of silence. It rains. The sky has gone to sleep.

It's raining. There is only silence, because the rain makes no other noise except

the noise of silence.

It is raining. The sky has gone to sleep. At this time the soul has been taken away by

ignorant touching groping

By Pessoa

The forgetful person in the afternoon

Some paradoxes are reasonable

First I have to remember the way back to the room

The number password is a common verb

emotions in a quarter of an hour Time is divided

Sorrow stopped half a meter away from the door

Which foot should I use to wander

All things are discerned through the water flow

I stepped into the second half of Prajna Lake

Love stopped here in a useless form

It seems Follow another person on the bus

Her expression also found from the stage and off the stage

became particularly soft

Butterfly effect

I don’t know beyond the dishes

I touched her lightly with a wine glass

and I could hear a large number of birds. Chirping

The bartender chooses a sparsely populated area

Krill in the Southern Ocean of Antarctica Shine

Medium rare steak

It is the carcass of a ox

She always follows the rugged and steep coast

Feeling the agave with her lips The warmth of rum

Okay, I sat across from her

The only mystery

The big bed of the express hotel

I saw countless skins that had been lying on

Opening the body at different times

Opening the body, sobbing and tears flowing

The alley when going out Mo Gunyuan is wild

It is possible to return to the starting point

And I have also entered the narrative part

Go far to the south of Fuzhou Road

The key is this direction I know that I don’t know

That is my last impression of Mount Vesuvius

If According to a concept of symbiosis originating from biology

All things to be proud of

After lunch I was on the sofa in the office

Wrapped in a blanket and fell asleep

The past happened immediately

Go to Pudong Museum of Art Watch Miró

Alley Mo There is big meat chaos on one side

But my sense of smell is too harsh and keen

To put it simply, if the woman making the wontons

frowned and smiled at something last night

and what kind of facial cleanser she used in the morning

it may affect the sensuality of the big meat wontons.

The sun in the distance flickers on and off

At this moment, many buildings have colorful figures

In addition, the sensuality in the air is not bright

A few wontons are like rare species

I have tasted all the delicacies in the world

I understand this All the secrets of a day

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