There are swings in the wall, roads outside the wall, pedestrians outside the wall, and the beauty in the wall laughs. The laughter gradually disappears and becomes quieter, and the sentimental people are annoyed by the ruthlessness.
I played a game with my friends and wrote a poem. We each wrote a story, so I wrote it.
My friend actually said that the story is pretty good. Although I don't know how to write or describe, this is how I wrote it anyway.
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