but i don't believe in wishes, not even in superstitions anymore. i can't believe the falling stars, i can't believe the airplanes. i doubt they'll grant me a wish even if they'd fall.
but i still press my 888 every day. i still grab a puff from the air if i see one (too late now). i still hope that leaf which has fallen in my cleavage could have carried a meaning. i still think that if i see an airplane flying over the image of the moon, it means i'll be happy the way i want to be.
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