He is his salvation,
He is his prisoner
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I survived those ordeals
But I can't stand the so-called self-torture
I die in my own spirit again and again
Self-rescue and healing again and again
In every unknown night
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In early spring, with the setting sun and light snow, I met you.
"Life is like a dream, how much joy can I have? I am willing to spend this time with you
Live, smile and watch the world turmoil! "
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Fate has pushed me into the abyss of judgment and redemption many times
Blurred, sad, distant, suffocating
Step by step from hope to despair
My heart has died thousands of times.
Is it the dawn or the abyss that greets me?
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Knowing you, no regrets
Intention: ancient saying