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Life is like a broken oar, you can never get where you want to go.
Obviously buried at the bottom of my heart
No dew and no light
Love and stubbornness sprout
steal, stare into the distance
A crescent moon, like fallen leaves
In the dark night, the beauty is desolate
Perfection is always short
Regretful but long
The heart dies with the dream, the laughter is all the vicissitudes of life
To be strong, work hard to forget
It's time to get numb, right?
Tears are hot again
Your sadness makes me despair
Life is like a broken oar
No way we can get there
Where I want to go
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