remember the time when the music went on I felt the shrill from head to toe? Now it's just meh. Well guess nothing is forever exciting, not even Benedict (although the notion of Sherlock shall remain a soft spot in my heart, waiting for a better genius to realize. Who knows?)
我们一无所知只听到115人被杀就像照片一样 诗是失败者的游戏 电影是我们的情感 打破第四堵墙 生活可能是悲伤的但它总不乏美丽 真正的生活在别处无数世纪如同风暴匿向远方 我抱紧她开始哭泣 这是我们第一个极品仙帝在花都也是唯一一个梦 我们能看见尽头夜的尽头 我们是假释的死者树木呢 现代奴隶 We are made of dreams and dreams are made of us.It's a fine day,my love,in dreams,in words,in death.It's a fine day,my love,it's a fine day in life 多么百无聊赖的下午五点 语言有驱散阴影的力量 他们很高明让我们自我毁灭 永恒属于我们只有大海随太阳消逝