The painting is not sure what, cry to laugh. The world is like dead in a corner, quiet, with their own affairs themselves.
Nap, sleep mess, how to suddenly realize that they are individuals, is a flesh and blood, who will disappear. April 1, a holiday do not know if the festival, phone, SMS greetings filled with the same, in fact, we have been fooled in this world. The whole world ups and downs, love people can not be together, do not love to be together. space-time transformation of life, similar to the cry that a picture of smiling faces, who can point to clear it. I cried, hanging like a laugh, I laugh , and also like the hidden cry. so be it. You want the truth to truth, like fantasy to fantasy. this world is inherently free.
point I try to make colorful, tried to get her mouth smile rose more. Anyway, watching her laugh, I'll warm up.
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