This is the eighth night:if i write a cruel pagetry movement now,I will paint ideal by myself all.First light take no thought for air-dry.

• 如果我写了首华丽残酷的乐章，把这种理想我会亲手写上，晨曦的光风干吹走一道忧伤，黑色的墨燃烧了香。