Wind chimes are like the sea.

I'll wait for Yan to come back.

The time has been arranged

Stage an accident

You walk away quietly.

The story is outside the city.

The dense fog will not dissipate.

Can't see the dialogue clearly

You can't hear me.

There is no wind.

I feel it.

Who woke up on the windowsill?

Open the ending

A future as thin as cicada's wings

Who can't stand it?

I'll walk you away.

Thousands of miles away

You are silent, black and white.

Silent age

Maybe not.

Love is too far away

I'll walk you away.

Beyond the horizon

Are you still there?

Where did the piano sound come from?

Life and death are hard to guess.

Through life

wait for

Dressed in glass white

Transparent and dusty

Your perfect love

You came from the rain.

Poetic sadness

I'm wet now

Furong shuimiancai

The shadow of the ship is still there.

You didn't come back

Be covered by years

You said the flowers are blooming.

The past is blank.

Who woke up on the windowsill?

Open the ending

A future as thin as cicada's wings

Who can't stand it?

I'll walk you away.

Thousands of miles away

You are silent, black and white.

Silent age

Maybe not.

Love is too far away

I'll walk you away.

Beyond the horizon

Are you still there?

Where did the piano sound come from?

Life and death are hard to guess.

Through life

wait for

I'll walk you away.

Thousands of miles away

You are silent, black and white.

Silent age

Maybe not.

Love is too far away

I'll walk you away.

Beyond the horizon

Are you still there?

Where did the piano sound come from?

Life and death are hard to guess.

Through life

wait for

Angela Zhang; Angela Zhang; Angela Chang

The typhoon piano jingled in the classroom.

The voice like your confession has always been very quiet.

Smile at the back of you who turned away after delivering the letter.

I like your care.

The warm milk bottle is clenched in my hand.

I always feel very happy where you are.

Living in my heart is like a merry-go-round.

There are scenes where you are good to me.

You said holding hands is an agreement.

But honey, it's not love.

Like a meteor that can't make a wish.

No matter how beautiful it is, it can only happen once.

A beautiful promise, because you are too young.

But honey, it's not love.

Like an elf living in the wrong forest.

Love is obviously wrong.

The warm milk bottle is clenched in my hand.

I always feel very happy where you are.

Living in my heart is like a merry-go-round.

There are scenes where you are good to me.

You said holding hands is an agreement.

But honey, it's not love.

Like a meteor that can't make a wish.

No matter how beautiful it is, it can only happen once.

A beautiful promise, because you are too young.

But honey, it's not love.

Like an elf living in the wrong forest.

Love is obviously wrong.

A beautiful promise, because you are too young.

But honey, it's not love.

Like an elf living in the wrong forest.

Love is obviously wrong.

Big city little love

Black hair is coiled in a circle.

Entangled all attachment to you.

Have a translucent face

The language spoken in the mouth is not deceptive.

A quiet painting of gray tiles on the roof.

The light is your beautiful face.

Finally found the end of all wandering.

You lost your smile and became tired.

Never say never.

No, you think I'm unrealistic.

As simple as you want.

This is the philosophy that my mother told me.

All I can think about is you. All I can think about is you.

In that city, little love is so sweet.

It's all about you, all about you.

Little love only belongs to you in that city.

Let me speak to you loudly.

I was thinking about you.

Keep the stub back to the city as a souvenir.

Don't be afraid to face parting.

Cut a little hair and let me put it on my chest.

Wherever I go, you will accompany me.

accompany

Oh ~ ~ I think about you, all of you.

Lala Lala Lala Lala Lala Lala Lala Lala Lala Lala

The feeling of never leaving.

I know it's called fate.

The seventh photo at night

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Chapter VII Night

The typewriter continued to push the next line closer to the truth.

The fog of heather pipe

Float to the dead tree and cry to me silently.

The circular square next to Baker Street.

Arm of an armored soldier

Iris's badge is slightly brighter.

A late-night visit accompanied by the sound of a driverless carriage

The bloody opening of evil in Victoria moonlight

A vanished pistol and a blackened cane.

Who is not present at the melting wax statue?

The illusion of symbols on jewelry boxes

Contradictions led to his death.

The evidence was perfectly covered up.

Laughing at Scotland Yard's rising corners of the mouth.

If evil is a magnificent and cruel movement (then justice is a deep and helpless depression)

I will write his finale myself (then I will light the light in the ashes)

The morning light dries the last sadness (then raindrops will wash away the dark high walls)

Black ink dyed safe (turn off the lights and drop the red curtain)

Facts can only go deep into the soil without footprints.

Sudden faint floral fragrance, deliberately conspicuous clothing

Everyone wears a mask and lies for different reasons.

Motivation has only one name, and that is desire.

farfartherfartherfar

Who can really cross the swamp of human nature without being polluted?

We can forget and forgive, but we must do so

Knowing the truth is touching.

The last photo of the iron bed was finally put together.

I heard footsteps and looked forward to soft leather heels.

He pushed open the door, and the night wind shook the kerosene lamp for a while.

The typewriter stopped at the killer's name and I turned around.

The night sky at Westminster Abbey began to boil.

Bloom gorgeous chest of death.

I tasted the last sweet truth.

Smile and remember that justice is just a quiet justice.

The violin is in The Times.

If evil is a magnificent and cruel movement,

I will write his finale myself.

Black ink is stained with peace.

If evil is a magnificent and cruel movement,

I will write his finale myself.

The morning light wiped away the last sadness.

Black ink is stained with peace.

Invisible wings

every time

Are wandering, lonely and strong.

every time

Even if it hurts

No tears.

I know

I have always had a pair of invisible wings.

Take me to Feixiang.

Fly over despair

Don't think about it.

They have a beautiful sun.

I saw it. ...

Every sunset

There will be changes.

I know

I have always had a pair of invisible wings.

Take me to Feixiang.

Give me hope.

I finally

see

Traumstadt

Chasing youth

How loud this song is.

I finally

hover

Staring with your heart is not afraid

Where is the wind?

You can fly as far as you want.

Invisible wings

Let the dream last longer than before.

Leave one

desire

Let yourself imagine.