Only beauty of love fallsfr0mthe outer space facing the meteor. The life begins to weep. As man throughout the world discusses the love at the time. All it is lonely to begin at the moment.

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I stand sill among them. Roaring with laughter. Before long I love the dark night in the moonlight and is chasing my shadow. Each time I am all alone. Each time Ic0untagain and again. Then I cry loudly unscrupulous. Again I thought I had caught eternal shine. Again I saw a helpless promise which die out towards afternoon.

The flower withered. The love has lain waste. Desolating is eyeful.

Several times. Startle someone out of a sound sleep. I find tears already in my whole pillow with indifference. This did not prove simply a sad hallucination. As a matter of fact the story didn’t stop. Only that I am waiting. Wait for disappearing.

So things that are is our hands don’t really belong to us. What we needn’t is always remembered by us.

The setting sun is passing easily. Flowers bloom and withered is worried. Life is originally unhappy.

Every city is an impression. And I proved the leaving and hurting lonely which isn’t peaked out.

If there were no pain life is only petty and low.

Let us squat on our heels in the sight of a child and see how high the wall is and chow for the sky is.

Now I am deducing my feelings. In the lonely castle which is piled up with my own words.

Many times I wanted to melt breath into cloud in a fine day. But condensed into the raindrop in the corner of the eye.

_____Owen