The story I am about to tell is a little decadent, a little borderline, and a little real. Who would care about how many tears extinguished the lights in the feasting and feasting night after night, and how many tears were dried by the lights. How many people can understand the bright red blood flowing and the moans from the ground?
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Some people say that youth is like a gurgling stream, lively and transparent;
Some people say that youth is the warmth of the delicate sunshine, bright and innocent;
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But I think youth may be painful, and it makes people forget about the pain.