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down side wall, through the big windows, I can see there is a rain of liquid called quietly to the fall, thin, silent, and some untrue. Overcast for a long time before this rain, but so reluctant to look, is the year, and there is wind, I had to follow the trend of the heart to the same statement can not form. Wind events that fall through the curtain of long,my heart, in my presence of mind, in my mind the floating leisurely, roaming.

It went into the-issuing houses, machinery, wet hair, sitting in a chair made from the mirror housing do the will of Miss deft shawl I made a long knife cut,a little bit, a little bit of repair short, there is no feeling, only in the mind of the swing over and over again on TV drama song … … I have cut my hair, about to cut the cut will not be loved a bifurcation,just long, inch by inch in the struggle I have cut my hair, cut the punishment, I cut one to the new scarf embarrassment of headache, back and forth, clearly, make a clean break, your feelings, you lie.

And he has no connection, the haircut may be in order to re-interpretation of my own. I also no longer need to retain anything of his, so they burned it,up, look at the fire of fanaticism mission, look at this in detail boundless light smoke. Such as that of his first mission as fanatical fire, the smoke, I like this thread as boundless light. Is it will eventually fire burning ember is also smoke will eventually dissipate. I suddenly realized there had been some. It was not all that belongs to me, do not belong to me.

Scissors do not mind, it will not for being soft-hearted, they are allowed the freedom of its movements continuously with a long hair cut off. Haircut lady asked if I regret it, no regrets. Yes, there is nothing to regret, is not it? Even love are