We are just an insignificant speck of dust in the vast world
Living in the dark
Dissolve in the light
condensed in waiting
Soul flying - broken apart
This is the sad thing about artificial humans
We are destined to never be understood
we shouldn't exist
Because even if we hope so
But still can't live in the sun
Is it the temperature of the sun that is so warm that it can melt icebergs?
Even if I die, I still want to give it a try
The joy of living under the sun
able to live in the sun
It's also a kind of happiness
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