Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Birds

Blade will always be in the hands of the owner inadvertently cut.
That dawn, your pupil black as ink, the earth is rosy red.
- Inscription.
After all to leave.
All you have melt into thin air, and instantly lost.
interest, honor, achievement, why is it?
you everything will belong to you, not you, not robbery, you know this that can be you're never ever know.
you are not a saint, the lower your chest to accommodate the number of people?
fire flow to your face.
looked lonely and proud.
lonely you proud back.
away.
with a beloved knife, leaving those who love you.
this world a people who aloof rude stubborn unwillingness to admit defeat.
pupil, is as black as ink.
horse with a partner you can not see troops on the day.
you will not see a girl behind with you in your healing.
you see your brother will give you remove the armor
Whether Cheng Wang.
bandits or lost.
the city are nothing but his unruly juvenile Nakasu ah
you hold the knife, is your
love you, not the When the fire sway your
when knife is hot or freezing cold

dark, your pupil, black as ink.
see the sky without leaving traces

But the birds have flown

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