Fate of the dream

Suddenly a dark sky shortage. Originally harmonious color clouds suddenly a big anger Yen.

Gradually diffuse haze attack. Attendant rain. Rolled. Bursts of coolness. Qin through the heart. Is that depression is a desolate desert is disturbed you ... ... I am deep in the swamps of the abyss. Not help the self-pity.

Weakness of the stop in place. Bookish not move. Fear of fate. Fear of the so-called destiny. Timid dare not want to go beyond the boundaries. Some people say that. Why do you always live in their own world. Why do you not try to cut the line to be designated in it.

But. I want to say. Actually, we just our little universe. If happiness can be predicted. If the future can be happy. Then I would not hesitate to bravely. But being too slim. Origin of the future too. Who would be easily choose it.

Select a rash is the fate of his life. Do not ... ...

But people are too unpredictable. The fate of another dream.

Who is my Who. I know who is who.

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