Thinking back to those days
Someone compares you to a flower
Like a water lily fragrant through a pool of dreams
In fact, you are not
Flowers will bloom again after they fade, but you
It has nothing to do with the four seasons
Your dry eyes
I can no longer gaze at the sky
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Your dried blood
Can no longer make your skin plump
You originally lived deep underground
You are clean and self-sufficient
< p>Running freelyI never thought about showing up
But how can you resist those cunning wolves and tigers on the ground< /p>
So
You have to surrender
Be imprisoned in a small space
To satisfy those individuals
Endless hunger and thirst
Your clear mind
It is so open
There is no longer any reserve or shyness
I fed them like this
Countless greedy desires
Old, small, clean and dirty
As well as beautiful and ugly
Including the poor and the rich
As long as they are willing
You have no right to choose
Seeing the light of day again
It is not the beginning of your dream< /p>
It’s the fall of your soul
Gradually, you are getting old
Gradually, you can no longer hold on
Even if you stand In front of you
I can no longer see myself
The shadowy romance
Like a flame that is gradually shrinking
You finally lose it The gushing passion
That tender heart
was finally crushed, leaked and disappeared by countless pairs of hungry hands
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Let the mosquitoes and flies swarm over
Now, who still remembers
How many lovesickness and bright moonlight you have experienced
Who still remembers
Your haggard appearance after being trampled
Your haggard appearance after being haggard
Your appearance after withering away
When someone passes by here again
Who still remembers to look back at you
Even just once
They once used their spit to beautify you
Now they use the same spit again
Bury you completely