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Colorific harmony as the rhythm like flowing water, at the corner of the these alleys tells the story of their colorful, only thinker know here the beginning and the end of the story, when you stare at them here, they are also looking at you, looking forward to the world you can read them, that is my mind in the heart rhythm aria. These are the stories that lie deep in the alleys of Melbourne, and the narrators are the graffiti that add rhythm to the scene.
In fact, these graffiti are more floating in the thoughts of reality. Their thoughts are not in me, but hidden in the dark brick wall. Sometimes watching them there is the kind of vigorous feeling but it seems gentle, trying to make the thinking through time and space, leaving the skin of the close, when the mind wandering blurred like wandering, desire to choose to give up their own, on the alley of bluestone road, only gradually far stranger…… .