There is such a boy in everyone's life.
As gorgeous as a flower, as vast as the night.
The anxious and defeated youth is the cocoon of tragedy magnified by the shadow, the restraint that cannot move, the gestation of renewed hope, and the rebirth of the Phoenix Nirvana.
Between the fingers, who passed by, the time flies with whom.
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Boss, it's so well written [Come on] Do you have any more [empty bowl] [empty bowl]