This is real life. It's just a fantasy falling into a landslide without escaping from reality. Open your eyes and look up at the sky and see-I'm just a poor boy. I don't need sympathy, because it's easy for me to come and go, and it's a little high, low and small. Anyway, the wind blows, but it doesn't matter. I-I-mom just killed a man, put a gun to his head and pulled my trigger. But now I've gone, making it wash away mom, company OOO, not to make you cry. If I don't come back this time, I'll conduct a calcium study tomorrow, because if there's anything, it's too late, and my time has come, and I think of my spine and physical pain all the time. Goodbye, I'll take it-I recommend you to leave everything behind and face the truth, mom, 4/kloc-0. Sometimes I think I was never born in everything. I saw a little silhouetto, a man, Mr. Marquis. SC aramouche put your ulterior motives-thunderbolt, very, very terrible, I-Galileo system, Galileo, Galileo, Gallium lileo Galileo Gallo-Jin Ping Mei, but I was just a poor boy, and no one loved me-he was a treasure or a boy, from a poor family. No, we won't let you go. Let him go to God! We won't let you go, let him go to God! We won't let you go, let me never let you go again, let me go, let me go. No, no, no, no-mom's association, mom's association, the mother of the association, let me go. The devil has outta me down, I-I-so you think you can stone me in my eyes so you think you can love me and let me.