Butterfly.
a injured butterfly.
unlike the spread freedom.
love was even more heartbreaking.
there are more detail can be.
autumn harvest leaves all over the floor.
it is another night i am missing you out there.
originally with the seperation.
tear off the pages slowly.
regret with all the word had taken down.
holding back the feeling.
i do not cry.
cried a long time will be tired.
this season.
only thought of you.
a cup with full of adjournment.
and bring me emotional fragmented.
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