"My love and I are both impetuous and dissociated,
Sitting in the car and eating together is so lonely,
The heavy rain split into water droplets and covered the colorless glass,
I can no longer stand the game of chance.
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Reluctant to bear the entanglements from journey to journey,
I can't bear to feel more and more desolate day by day. "
The long-haired lead singer danced freely on the stage, his body swaying to the hallucinogenic melody.
The lights were dim and no one could see anyone.
Mo Siao safely isolated Tong Rang from the crowd.
Everyone squirmed with their eyes closed, immersed in pure euphoria.
Vent, swing, shout.
They were the only ones in silence, and Tong Rong seemed to resonate with Mo Siao's heartbeat. She could hear the other person's heartbeat like a drum along the nerves and penetrating into the cerebral cortex.
Like lying on a hotbed, or in the clouds.
There is noisy, endless music and voices in my ears.
The world is silent.
Tong Rong cried and laughed and said softly:
It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive.
She seemed to be secretly hinting or praying, begging the gods here to do something to her.
It is passionate, hysterical, and joyful to be alive.
Then the gods sent down their favor.
It's a kiss.
Mo Saki gave her a gentle kiss
In the crowd, in the dark.
In ambiguous music
No one cares about the world here, and Tong Rong survives for a brief moment.
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I've been following music and variety shows recently, and I'm obsessed with psychedelic/psychedelic rock. It's so addictive that I can't help but start a happy imagination first. "Night Case" can only be released a little later. I'm sorry everyone! !
This one is guaranteed to be sweet! From start to finish!
Purpose: Give flowers to Plato
