Listen, the angel's wings are broken, and the beautiful voice lingers, playing beautiful music in the darkness;
Look, angels also have tears, just like a wounded heart crying in the wind, drifting away against the cold moonlight;
The devil is reveling and smiling in the night sky. When crying can't solve any problems, you can only laugh;
There is no turning back. The faint sadness is as refreshing as afternoon tea, making little ripples on the lake of heart;
Do you know? The tears of angels hide sadness, and the smile of devils is a metaphor for pain...
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