Music : Smell of Lemon Grass, Jolin Tsai
Mood : Happy
State : Tired
Another time of this day, another day of this year, another year of this decade, another decade of this century, memoirs so vividly strong, they are revocable as you passed by each one that recalls. The mirage over reflections spun a perfect picturesque chronology that depictured the most meaningful and meaningless. Would you want to step in and dance again like you did before? Bow like a glass maiden, twirl the most admirable spin, feel the most intriguing atmosphere as you ruled the dance floor…However, each steps will differ, each spin will not necessary be a circle and what more, it has not been an upstage recently for many moons.
Mood : Happy
State : Tired
Another time of this day, another day of this year, another year of this decade, another decade of this century, memoirs so vividly strong, they are revocable as you passed by each one that recalls. The mirage over reflections spun a perfect picturesque chronology that depictured the most meaningful and meaningless. Would you want to step in and dance again like you did before? Bow like a glass maiden, twirl the most admirable spin, feel the most intriguing atmosphere as you ruled the dance floor…However, each steps will differ, each spin will not necessary be a circle and what more, it has not been an upstage recently for many moons.
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