There are many stories in the world, but not many of them belong to me, because I am just an ordinary person. There are many dreams among the gardenias, but not many belong to me, because reality has torn me into pieces. There are many kites in the blue sky, but not many belong to me, because a gust of wind blows and I fall to the ground. The universe is just a pink bubble that looks back several times. (This is a short message from the heart. It won't waste much on you. Come and take a look when you have time, my friends.)
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