A poem full of enthusiasm but throwing cold water on it

1, all the memories are scattered in the air in convulsions, and our clips are played back again and again.

2, the long insole face is destined to be trampled by others.

I am not black and blue, nor have nothing. My heart is beating and my pulse is normal.

4. I also want someone to care about someone's pain, someone to study, and many girls like to blame me for my poor cooking.

The person who threw cold water on me in the past will be boiled and returned to you.

6. Looking at the fading back, I suddenly found that the important things in life were missed in an instant.

7. People can never see through the mirror, but I mean a thousand years in the world.