19.09.2013
There is no moon of course
In this cold raining night
Feel the moonlight in heart
The night appears
much lighter and brighter
Allow sentimentality to rule me
The hard shell of a crab
crack, crack, crack…
The inside softness
Taste it!
Life or death
Nothing can ruin me
Walk
Walk
Walk
Under the moonlight
In this cold raining night...
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