You are the sieve through which my anarchy strains, resolves itself into words. Behind the word is chaos. Each word a stripe, a bar, but there are not and never will be enough bars to make the mesh.
2
有个小女孩正在一个杠上快速地转动，一条腿紧紧地勾在杠上。
There was a little girl 11twirling around on a bar, one knee wrapped tightly around the bar and fashioned behind her knee.
3
有个小女孩正在一个杠上快速地转动，一条腿紧紧地勾在杠上。
There was a little girl 11 twirling around on a bar, one knee wrapped tightly around the bar and fashioned behind her knee.
点击反馈