My memory. Keep crouching in the corner of the love wound. Pain inspires trembles the atrium.

了我的记忆。蜷缩在角落守着爱情的伤口。疼痛振颤心房。

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The memory can date to the most original mysterious river with the emerging lines, and spread freely in every corner of the space.

记忆随着光线的涌动，漫溯至最原始的神秘之河，在灵动空间的每一个角落，自由伸展。

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Mr. FRANKLIN: I guess the only memory of it is the one - the foot and a half piece that I got sitting in the corner of my apartment back wrap in shrink wrap.

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