Vacuum Orange 。橘仔的體感實驗室。

A hole where rush round and round the echos of you, of her, of myself.

Of yours, of theirs, of ours...

　

　

　



So that I hate myself.

For being so weak, can't hold.

For my warnings always come too late,

Which can never keep me from falling in desperate.

　

Please don't let go of your hands,

The hands gentlely rested upon my eyes.

'Cuz I don't wanna wake up and see.

The fatal imagination so sharp.

　

　

　

　

　

PS. I seem to catch a cold...not feel comfortable...