About Me

GO-AHEAD
The moon blue in the mirror is the other side.
The town at which it looks down is a crowd of the person who doesn't wake up.
It fastens its claws in the face that reflects in the pupil to which it gets tired of seeing.
It put on the storage sigh that became interrupted and it threw it away.
Repeated crime and punishment
It thrusts it into this chest.
Picture of the collapsed glass
Dream of gleaning it
It seems to lose even your name.
Cradle of solitary hollow paradise.