Sufferinghero，areforced!
WhatdidyoudoIcan‘trelyonthebody，andthewindbowshouldbeunderthebed，butIcan‘tmove.
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Sowhereisthekindofdreamsunderthetree
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Smallsevenindreamspace，nowIusethischarmwithher，seeifyoucanletmereturntoinsideopenconsciousnesspath.
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Thisideaisreally...
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Eyesbegantosurroundthewhitemist，comeback...
Bodyseemstobelighter，thewhitemistlikeabuoyancyhimself，slowlymoreandmorehigh，thisfeelingiswrong，Ineverrisebacktoexperience.
Headnotbulgenow，don‘tfeellikebreathing，itis...
Qinghuapoolfondleviolet，theearthbetweentheunreal.
Thatsoundssosweet，asifthroughthecloudsfloattothecrowd，Ineverknewthevoiceofthewoman，canletamanbonecrispsoulgonewiththewind，truevoice，itiswhatkindofwoman!
Itriedtothroughthefogtofindtheownerofthevoice，butcan‘tseetheirownhandsandbody，onlythefogaroundthethicknotturnaround.
Dongstringswithatouchofvoice，myheartsuddenlyliketomissabeat，slowlyandafewstrings...
Neverseemstobealldon‘tknow，organmusichavesomuchinfluenceonpeople，howdoesDuFuyoupoem...
Whoisthiswoman
I‘mthinkingof，justlistentohermouthtosingup...
Spend...
Ah，thisvoice，letmethinkIphonetodownloadthesongsandmusiclikewashingthedisheswashdishesbangingalmost!
Ialsolikemusicandsomeclassicalmusic，likethecelloandviolinconcerto，alsolikeancienttunesandsong，butdefinitelynotatune，andsinger:letmethink...
Thereseemstobeafireinhisthroat，Igulpedhard，inthemoviethesatyr，seemtoencounterthebeautyofthetimejustlikethis，whatyousounpromising.
Words，Ihaven‘tseenwhatareparentslike
Iwanttopinchyourselfhardthighs，ah...
This，thisistoomuch，Ididn‘tzhaknowherbody!
Wrong，Ihandtouchthings，Icanfeelitistheirownlegs，whatisthisvisualeffect
Inthisastheskyabove，inthisasaheavenlyvoiceperformanceandwomensinging，butIplayinyourselfandyourjoy...
Thisistheconcentration
Songended...
Kingsson...
Whilethecloudbegantodisperse，awomaninagreengarmentunlineduppergarment，betweenthecloudandmistslowlybornform.
Whenfacethegastoscatter，onecanmakeanyman，fortheamazingknockoutinsight...
Iwasdreaming