Every individual in the world grows independently, is in various ways, and is connected with others. A net coming to me, mixed with the smell of being immersed in sunlight but still damp, is not disgusting.
Inferiority, like spring buds in the rain, surges secretly under the be covered with black clouds River. Time can''t cover its overflowing emotions. After being burned by words, it is like the tide of from the sky, which gives the sky a crack
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Clouds and clouds can''t cover up.
Of the thousands of self, unique and small. The silent suffering given by God will also be given to disappear in a flash in the future. There is a partition wall between people, which is born and immortal. You can choose to see clearly, or you can choose to pretend to be ignorant and don''t have to expose anyone''s lies. Everyone hides secrets more or less, and they have already merged into one deep in their hearts.
When the loneliness of the soul becomes the blooming beauty in the noise, wake up from the complexity, and meet in silence. At one moment, fireworks are in full bloom, the stars move and the moon falls, and the long wailing sounds through the Leon Lai Ming on the knife tower is like a flying beluga whale, drawing a dreamy track. No, maybe that''s not wailing. It is a great joy, eternal, and becomes the endless loneliness in the soul.
