Thank you for your wonderful performance... After passing through the tunnel, the night disappears. After my body tilts, the day passes for a long time. I close the three-stage curtain while looking at the stars that do not disappear. I opened my eyes and tried to sleep, but frost falls on my eyebrows. It is dazzling. It is deep at night, but the lights are not on. It's not necessary. The ants circled around the house without knowing what was going on. In the blink of an eye, the royal blue aurora had swept past. In the hazy midnight sun, I had forgotten what to say. I lost the path I had walked. I turned around again, looked at the footprints that left behind the desolate landscape, and wanted to be the last traveler. There was no need. The silence passes by again in the place where we just passed by. As if in a dream, while searching for a certain memory, the inside of the landscape grew in oblivion. Just like this, northward, northward. It's time to close your eyes and walk through the fields, following the sound of the bell. An unfamiliar voice from the blue lakeside. I hear it. I pick up the pen heavily. I start drawing dots on the blank paper again. I go on another trip beyond the sun that never sets. .
Thank you for your wonderful performance...
After passing through the tunnel, the night disappears. After my body tilts, the day passes for a long time. I close the three-stage curtain while looking at the stars that do not disappear. I opened my eyes and tried to sleep, but frost falls on my eyebrows. It is dazzling. It is deep at night, but the lights are not on. It's not necessary. The ants circled around the house without knowing what was going on. In the blink of an eye, the royal blue aurora had swept past. In the hazy midnight sun, I had forgotten what to say. I lost the path I had walked. I turned around again, looked at the footprints that left behind the desolate landscape, and wanted to be the last traveler. There was no need. The silence passes by again in the place where we just passed by. As if in a dream, while searching for a certain memory, the inside of the landscape grew in oblivion. Just like this, northward, northward. It's time to close your eyes and walk through the fields, following the sound of the bell. An unfamiliar voice from the blue lakeside. I hear it. I pick up the pen heavily. I start drawing dots on the blank paper again. I go on another trip beyond the sun that never sets.
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