In my short story
You are like what I always write
And I am like what you never read.
A few months ago was a deep living twists
Look around me, dark and gloomy
There is no place that is comfortable, dark
But the memory curtain gives up memory.
Tomorrow, day and day
If you do not have time to go home
Then just stop by the blink of an eye
Point
keybiards by @delahoyya
