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I leaned on the railing of a tall building for a long time, and the breeze brushed my face a little bit, which made me feel dejected in the endless spring, and my depression and sadness rose from the distant and boundless sky. Green grass, drifting clouds and smoke, hidden in the afterglow of sunset, no one understands my feeling of leaning against the railing.
I'm going to get drunk in my bohemian mood and raise a glass to sing, but I feel meaningless when I barely laugh. I'm getting thinner and thinner, but I haven't always regretted it. I'd rather look haggard because of her thinness.
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