I thought you gave me a glimmer of hope,
I stretched out my hand only to see the cold iron window.
If reality is true, it will always make people more sad,
Just let me continue dreaming in my memories.
I thought I could fly happily from now on,
After waking up from the dream, there is nothing but cold iron windows.
If reality can make people braver,
Just let me wait for heaven in hell.
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Only a pale dandelion is left flying freely in the sky
Whose skirt is stained and floating in the air?
Gently, a touch of sadness...
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