Don't say this is a place in a dream, it is a place I have never dared to dream about.
That was not a flash in the pan, but the beginning of a never-ending nightmare.
The left hand is the warmth you left behind, and the right hand is the long and eternal loneliness one after another.
I think there is no so-called loneliness or loneliness in this world, there is only fear of loneliness or loneliness.
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