brook


baba mama i thought of brook. 溪 is a good name. we grew out brook's heart. i thought of you calling me, and you were young. i wouldn't sleep. you dropped tears because i was a bad sleeper, because the night was long and i was longer. i wanted to become pretty, memory become warmer. brook is the thought of the past, give it up now. we once saw on the qinghe, brook's eyes hidden inside the dark night. baba mama I love you, the dear me also loves you, brook is a good plan, but i became blunt and couldn't figure out anything. the smart me had a headache, lately worries became less, i became closer to happiness, brook also became closer. i love my fragmented life. okay mama let's not talk about this. i wanted to reassure you we would all become happy, and we would go home as soon as the holiday came. i wouldn't say anything ominous. brook is bad. i believed that too.