We were supposed to live somewhere else, where many plain and simple equations lived. We could pat our chests and say, look, life is so real, and we smiled with complete ignorance in the gaps between the echoes of the words.
Let's look up at the moon in the sky! Its arrogant emptiness made Lonely cut it off with a knife, and threw most of it into the dark side road. He could only guard the long-term incompleteness and forget the fullness it once had.
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