Standing in the dangerous building, the wind is blowing softly, looking at the extremely sad spring, and the sky is gloomy. In the lingering light of the grass-colored smoke, there is no word to say who will be silent.
I want to get drunk and sing to the wine, but the music is still tasteless. The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty.
One of my favorite words.
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