The nonsense in the high and low ruins, the heart-to-heart connection on the stairs of vanity, the drowning swamp of the whirlpool of love, the bees and butterflies in the city that never sleeps, and the simple daily psychedelic delusions. Are you still looking for illusion in reality today? The cobwebs at the junction have been tightened to this point. How will it develop in the next second?
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