Do you still remember when we were little?
We were playing in the park and you asked me what happens when you die.
I said you forget everything ... everything.
“Even you?” you asked.
"Yes, even me."
You did not want to die. Never forget.
The remains of what we used to have were taken away with the softest squeeze.
How did I forget?
How...?
——Ólafur Arnalds-Himininn er að hrynja, en stjörnurnar fara þér vel
http://www.xiami.com/song/2104975
Ólafur有几首曲真的好适合盾冬呀，都是凄美凄美的（´ ~ `）
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把负能量都注入到画里面，然后我的心情就好点了
~咔咔咔我真坏