Beijing, January 1st, 2008

I looked into the eyes of beauty, and my own eyes could not take it. I found myself surrounded by the chanting voices of the past, of true happiness; such a simple yet precious couple of seconds becoming engraved in my fondest memories. Thus, my cold, sick head melted like candlewax, and a silver pool of warm tears covered the ground where I once stood.

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