no longer have to do without now,all colors are translated into soumds and smells.and they ring infinitely sweet like tones.Why should I need a book?The wind leafs through the trees;and I know what passes there for words,and sometimes repeat them softly.And Death,who plucks eyes like flowers,doesn't find my eyes......
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我是个糊涂的孩子
喜欢回忆
喜欢遗忘
但是不该忘的永远也不会忘
