Mac lipstick. One evening, G-Star jacket, a good moonlight. And the stars blow with the sea of Bohai Bay, the sparkling black. Mac blush, tears as I opened my mouth. Jeans G-Star. I want to enjoy the taste of it; there was a trace of rancid bloody money flow of the sea. G-Star. The black interpretation of an ugly light of incompetence; the legend is no longer a generous agitation wheel of history is full of endless grief wound to the text rolled into a weakness in the text where I cry day and night did two full-moons today. I know not good. Many people jumped off the tower Foxconn legend there is a place away from the noisy heaven recently. I find their search for eternal life, break the shackles of my decision to step away from death once laughed at my stupid statement calling the mother was removed worth lingering in the distance, needle-like in my mind with the dream of pain, is the fate of the horn sounded off dream is to stay night of the soul of lightning Yaoliang wild roar day and night my heart is always full of holes three nights sleep. I heard the cries of weeping came from coal mines, underground darkness. I saw a piece of coal mines neon waves, where the hustle and bustle of the promiscuous life as ants, where the dissipation, into a desolate land of sad songs I quietly buried in a coal mine in the heart desire to nurture long sunny days spent four into a mandala morning. I sit for a while. Found in the street do not do weird hastily run over by a car to stay a child like a rag thrown in the car not to stay in the street side is a strange rushing blood flying side is cold and heartbroken is the wolf of the world meaner thin jungle justice the law is our first line of every holy book is the original sin of greed is sad every cowardly wearing strange masks the edge of good and evil, we dance on the tip.