You have watched the bright fireworks, but have you ever looked back at my embarrassment? You love it like crazy, but can you understand the suffering in the world? The moonlight is like a flower, the moonlight is like smoke, I have never seen you so stubborn, maybe because the light I see is different, its color flashes different light and shadow at different angles. And I was so overwhelmed that I complained about my humbleness, because the faith I held on to was always there. Why are you so grandiose? It makes me feel uncomfortable, a flower is covered with greasy juice, I am so miserable, what else do you feel dissatisfied about. And they are still filled with their sufferings while hiding their knives in their smiles. I never saw, and never thought, that one day I would be in their bondage. It wasn't until the moment when the sun rose, and their impetuous hearts rubbed against the flying clouds that they created fiery fireworks, that they realized that many past events of the moonlit sky were also coming one after another, allowing the overwhelming happiness to come quietly.
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