Dark as if, I am not a memory can not be copied, can only in the dream of the righteousness of the true meaning, I think. One day in the dark night, at the end of the night, reborn, and the dawn of the new life was forgotten
Dark
Prajnaparamita, I am nothing
Memories cannot be copied, they can only be interpreted in dreams
Sincerely, I thought. someday
Travel through the dark, at the end of the night
Reborn with dawn
Forgotten and betrayed love words, short
On and off, the Old Testament came to an abrupt end
After that, the truth stops
The square number of love
Pull the line kite, the line in the hand
One day, dawn disappeared
Faith, there is no redemption and being redeemed
The truth has always been there
It's just biased
This is your and my paradise
It is also a paradise for resistance
Far from the definition of life itself
Dark as if, I am not a memory can not be copied, can only in the dream of the righteousness of the true meaning, I think. One day in the dark night, at the end of the night, reborn, and the dawn of the new life was forgotten
Dark as if, I am not a memory can not be copied, can only in the dream of the righteousness of the true meaning, I think. One day in the dark night, at the end of the night, reborn, and the dawn of the new life was forgotten
Dark as if, I am not a memory can not be copied, can only in the dream of the righteousness of the true meaning, I think. One day in the dark night, at the end of the night, reborn, and the dawn of the new life was forgotten
