I don't know which direction the wind is blowing, and the spotlights around me are flashing. I can't see clearly whether your face is looking at me with disdain at my loss. The cold wind is biting, this is your purpose, use the most beautiful poison in the world to destroy me. I should have known. It turns out that what I got from you was not your love at all, but your deep hatred. I just love you, why do you do this to me?
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