Like bubbles
In loving memory.
故事的小黄花,
从出生的那年就飘着,
童年的荡秋千,
随记忆一直晃到现在,
吹着前奏望着天空的我想起花瓣试着掉落.
--- 晴天
posted by audaciousjoy @ 8:19 PM
....all monsters and dust, with everything priced above its proper value. I think you will tire first, all the same." --- Lord Henry, "The Picture of Dorian Gray", Oscar Wilde
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