Leaves are wings that cannot fly
Wings are leaves falling in the sky
Heaven should not be a delusion after all
It's just that I have long forgotten how to start flying in the first place
Loneliness is a person's carnival
Carnival is the loneliness of a group of people
The original beginning of love is companionship
But I also gradually forgot how I had someone accompanying me at that time
I eat, travel and walk around alone
I also read and write letters alone and have heart-to-heart conversations by myself.
It's just that my heart has wandered to where I can't even see clearly.
I think I didn't just lose you
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