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This process in my brain's figurative scene is in the wind, he smile, with narrow small eye, with tears in her eyes, the night ZhengDangShi, flourishing has nothing to do with you, memory you share, sad reveals naturally, not language, everybody at various points a smoke, drink wine, each respective were hit a youth pain, stood in the today.
Then the wind had their respective EnQiu disappear, leave a tear, a sad man, Lao tze spent so many years, return afraid you that a little sad?
He, you and I grew up in other people's stories, after various into your story, your story into others' bedside jokes or education subject, idol into power, power becomes regret, we regret to become a song, this song is you sing, he sings, be millions sing, every man sing every man's feelings and injured, your song became the longest and most not regret for the story,diesel mens jeans,song in the person, and jump out of lamplight, jump out of the melody, jumped out of life, become we laughed in the wind between casual drop bombs that tears. 
Billie Jean, you singing, listening to, always think, who she is, who's story, whose love, who wounds, who regret, who mistake, who could never forget that bit of hate? She is the girl whose, her name is? She knows, she was so this song, be you sing, I was singing, was adapted for millions of Billie Jean, oneself
