Modern poet, please come in.

Standing at the secular crossroads, looking for far-fetched excuses for unruly.

Walking on the cross of dreams for too long.

I don't know. It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan.

No one can live through the tree rings.

There are countless helpless eyes behind the season.

Life is woven into a gray net.

Accompany you through this road, and you will become the road I have traveled.

From then on, the two went their separate ways. I have my pursuits that are out of sync with your dreams.

The surrounding buildings are deserted, even in the crowd, they are still lonely.

It's not that I ran the red light in a hurry, but that I was in a trance and didn't concentrate enough.

I know I should be content to lose more happiness than never get it.

If crying doesn't mean I'm in pain, I'm a little tired and want to find a place to stop.

The road across the street tempts my steps.

Because I can't see clearly, I am greedy.

I care how much experience I have along the way.

I don't care when I get to the best home.

Why is it a little scary across the street?

I'm afraid that one short step will make me hate forever.

I thought happiness was just across the street.

I didn't know until I arrived that the most beautiful scenery was the original scenery.

But ignore the opposite country that will never arrive.

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