Remaining in the silent mark of the years,
I found that every bit of the past was so unbearable to look back on...
Those familiar stories,
It happened inexplicably in different corners.
I thought I could forget if I tried,
But I still can't forget it...
Life chose me,
I haven't woken up yet.
Playing ball, writing, listening to music...
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Much to look forward to...
Many are lost...
Disguised, expressing without any trace, that seemingly unconventional feeling...
In the feeling, the flowers are falling and the wind is not passing...
Clouds, dark and dense;
Rain did not fall;
And the tears are still flowing, rushing...
Maybe growth is really just a moment of realization...
Believe that if you stand on tiptoe, you will be closer to happiness...
Happiness, happiness;
Color, sound…
I am completely confused,
Why, I heard that love is back,
Could it be that love was before the Christian era...
From the beginning to now,
a person,
Hold on,
That inner reading...
Who would ever care about whose dialogue?
In the dark, I am separated from you, thousands of miles away...
What kind of scoundrel, how can he be patient...