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If it is just a bath, the clothes are dirty, to sweep the floor, I will not be so fear. I saw it, the secret there was a little turbid there, he was covered by the dark dust, and the cold is a little terrible. It's raining. The light is outside the tentacles of the city in the city. In the room, deep, dark, quiet. I use the light made from the lamp to play next to the desk, the cello. This is not a coincidence. it is mine. The forgotten cello, quietly, silently guarding me for three years. Thick dust, mottle, vicissitudes of life. Do you still remember me? Is its memory stagnant? I didn't pay for it, it's no worse, I complained that rust, and its faces have become sludge. rain? Rain, but did not wash away the dust on the gorgeous piano. I don't want, I don't dare, I am afraid to touch my heart string; however, I have to wash the three-year sad time. It re-shines, replaces the backup string, and is new. Maybe time it takes it, it is cold and elegant and calm. Only I didn't match at the moment, because I have already remembered the tacit understanding of the original. It, a violin, naughty grinding my left shoulder of my clothes. Take it as a guitar, take it to be a guzheng, and it seems that I am not qualified to play with this wood. The partner of life, the partner of the game. I have predicated that it will be my out, I can give me happiness, but I don't have enough talents to interpret the soul of the language. The blood circulation, I want to pull a song, Tianzhu. Life in this room seems to be trembled, and it is an angry. The song "Tianzhu" does not have a string outside the song, except for the original Do, Re, Mi, all. why? I can't afford this dream that I broke by myself. I have already can't remember it. Nervous, trembling. The gorgeous piano face has been reflected in my hypocrisy. just forget it. I don't want to remember those strange dreams, don't! Their dust has been embedded in the soil at any time. This is my revenge after I abandon them. I am willing to accept punishment. I want to sweep the dust, let me fix it, like the piano. No, I can't do it like a piano, I will lose my soul. Sweep the things on the heart. So what? What can I? I can't have myself, those who are defeated, will not be reopened. Even if you re-bloom, it is just a bore of it. Time is not going back, just like people can't live forever. In fact, the dust and the dust of the piano surface are not swept. Because, yesterday's sink has become a stain that is not washed today. Not swept. Leave those who have been unsatisfactory, to mourn the feelings of the past, so that the heart is harmful. It seems to be, too. What I am talking about, you know.
