下雨的时候, 你会想起我吗?
还是心里会咒, 妈的怎么又下雨了？！
Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together. Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.Where words fail, music speaks.
Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together. Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.Where words fail, music speaks.
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