Of Scars Fingers Crossed The
Of scars. Fingers crossed the sand, collapsing in the wind, autumn leaf stem erosion of bone. Flew over a meter the sky, leaves were gone in the ground, left heart never vanished. Let me off please? Even if only one meter. Inscription summer, noon. Among the common people lost in the hot, dog days of summer’s heat in the air
Infiltration head. Fu Zao weather, at any time changing. Around the issue of Hmechanical sounds, there are procedural mechanical smile. Busy people, hurried footsteps, dull eyes; idle people, and time smell the. In short, the wasted, in the destruction. Rusty metal plate covered the sky, through the middle of translucent glass sandwiched in a meter and can not see the
Color of the sky. As the onemeter long covered with translucent glass dust. Dust noisy trajectory. Sunshine is very sharp, it stung the dusty glass shot in, the light is still presumptuous. My sky is so big, one meter. Neon light flashed white skin, looked pale and weak. No wind, and it is hidden in the absence of uproar in