I listen to "1984", some memories of fragments involved up gently in mind, as the heavy rain night, the heavy rain the night,hot-fix rhinestone and metal studs someone's face.
I remember his face, his face pale to emerge at the black rain, I watched him, he did not turn around, I have not gone, the hustle and bustle of the rain flooded the distance between us, as a young energetic feeling, boiling, to overflow. He dark pupil quiet as deep sen in deer.
I think the man's eyes, and he looked at me quietly, not to retain, don't leave it alone, melancholy distressed people. He looked at me, still do not speak, do not laugh, I do not know what to do.
I remember the sad lose self-control of the night, think of the final he refused to leave the back, think of me tightly close lightly live mouth, remember that choked back the tears of acid red eyes.
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