Frozen ButterFlies
Though Frozen, they are aligned from Death as they contain the ever unforgettable memories of time.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Heartbroken, like shattering glass. Shaken, like ripples on water. Undecided, unknowingly like the wind. Yet firm and still, like the mountain.
一个弹不了钢琴的,
还谈什么情。
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