但我絕不容許退任何一步。 海闊天空，一直都是。 I call that uncertainty like the sky line in the first dawn just recall this wondrous instant smile because it happened. I call that the bolt from the blue like the white flora in late winter born in the morning die young before harvesting. I call that finale eve like a floating island in mid summer forward; misgiving backward; depressing. I call that recollection like the new moon in the early October ache deep, with no moaner joy out, silent suffer. ~JustinaRed 0:24 16/10/2013~
