Those sad things from the past, Hogan shoes, always carry more than just a bitter smile; they are often accompanied by tears... Matters of the past, remembered by chance, bring cold emotions that keep people awake at night... Those things always seem to replay like the final time, repeatedly striking in loneliness, jagged tears allowing one to collapse onto a pillow... In a cold corner, I hold an irresolute air of minus single, curled up as winter’s frost has closed my eyes so tightly that I cannot comprehend — this bustling city, Hogan Uomo, where lingering nights in a strange place leave me wanting to be all alone on the far left side, seemingly yearning for those familiar yet unfamiliar faces blurred in memory — but not those numerous things from the past, Hogan Rebel, that let this winter’s ice-sealed forever remain unmelted, unwilling to act — memories induced by those who belonged to the past, letting the ice of this season serve as proof of your lonely heart, heartless, Hogan outlet, please do not let — which biting reference into this cold injured heart become everything I desire to sense, discarding all remnants of the past while staying athletic, Hogan Scarpe... I wish all these requests would go to waste, turning into mud and blowing away with the wind... I silently pray: may my early memories silently depart with blessings: truth melting earlier this winter...
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