Saturday, May 10, 2014

とう.

Every step of hope taken, up and up, 
the path gets narrower? Gets wider?

I must be blind.

Any step, it could be,
might be, shall be, maybe,

Down, down, down.

How will I scream then?

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每一次的期待,都是紧张个半死。

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