The mood

Facing the computer in a daze, side of the coffee has gradually hair is cool, the headset stretching out of the music, right now, is the early hours of the morning Don't know what is time into such a burrowing animals, such as general, hiding in her nest don't come out When the sunshine outside, began to fear, hate, facing the outside of those who think they didn't even the cold computer kind Sometimes, indeed, virtual world than real world beauty...