the slping body has woken up amidst fallen leaves it is the sighs of nightingale that broke the curse the forgotten sword is awaiting the day where it will accompany the sound of music that speaks a thoudsand words i realised the most honourable sacrifice is that of a hero as he wields the sword while keeping the tears of regret in his heart living is to prove that love exist after the scorching of fire we are all reborn killing is for the victory that destroys all the magnificant buildings i cant see our future nor look back on our past i cant tell the difference between life and death i leave this world without bringing along any joy or sorrow the exchange between sunrise and nightfall has been a routine since the old age
memoriies.. [[ 6:51 PM ]]
西天取完了经东边应该还有
oNCe uPoN a time 4 PEoPLe gAtHeREd ToGetHeR oN A TiRiNg jOuRnEy To e wEsT tO cOlleCt E sCIPtuRes 4 AlL maN KInd.. So WEi dA oF deM.. aNw.. Now DeY MAde It.. ThoUgh SePaRaTeD... meMOrIEs wONt FaDe awAy...
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