Found, absent, reminded, forgotten, empty memories, listening to the words of the previous songs, playing the piano under the moonlight. So, walking in the wilderness and ocean areas, enjoying the vivid colors and ethereal dreams, searching for the meaning of existence. Looking at the ancient words, whether you understand them or not, flying stars convey hatred, morning and evening, misty and rainy passers-by, maybe they are just to set off the gorgeous rhymes. The rain butterfly did not stop and disappeared into the rain forest. I describe the traces of my journey. The sensitive heart never cools down, and the calm earth looks for brilliant colors.
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