Take a bunch of blood from your body and throw it on the wall, your picture will be painted.This is not a story of a mysterious stone. There are billions of dots of red love hidden.You will never know. From the beginning of time, a new lesson, which I have lost.When. As the silent sun shrouds in darkness, So my stories stumbling through the dark vast pathless sphere.Tell me, does memory have the dead?If it remains, I want it dead. Is the colony of birth dead? Why does it only happen to me. Fate has placed the heart on the bottom of love. Why am I a meaningless poem in love. I know that my prose collection will not touch you, but you will know for sure.page-2....How can a man live in peace?Life has a living example.How will he survive?What would make him happy?Who will he live for? Which way will he live?Life and death have a desired goal.For that desired goal, people stand at one end and look for another end.What will be the conclusion of its destruction?There is a fundamental right and a wisdom parallel to that fundamental right and wisdom.If I want to explain my life, that explanation has no symptoms. I am suffering in every way.Why am I alone? Why am I so sad.The extent of my sorrow is eternity.When did the pigeon named happiness disappear from my life.I am alone,very alone.© All Rights Reserved
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