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Thirteen-year-old sky

There is no gray in thirteen-year-old eyes.

A thirteen-year-old mind can't hide loneliness.

My diary of yesterday was not concealed.

Just like today.

The next step is the thorn road.

Thirteen-year-old sunshine dyed the sky blue.

We open our hearts and open the door to youth.

Ignore that pile of homework

Never mind when you don't go home.

We just need to-

Come on, let's play.

Even if tears flow down.

It really rained.

Just hide under a handful of flowers

Really lost, forgot home.

Hip-hop. Here we are.

How many troubles do you have in your heart at the age of thirteen?

At the age of thirteen, we are not afraid of the wind and rain.

We're just-having fun and playing.

Before you grew up at the age of thirteen

Just keep it.

The seeds of youth have sprouted.

We have blossomed.

Who says thirteen years old has no gray eyes?

Who says a 13-year-old mind is not lonely?

I have no fantasy in my diary today.

Where is it like yesterday?

One step flying dust hoof.

Thirteen-year-old leaves draped over her shoulders.

We close our eyes and sigh our melancholy dreams.

Ignore vague boundaries

Never mind, only live for thirteen years.

We just need to-

Wait, hope.

Even before the tears.

It's been too long.

I tried to get back to the front.

It's really disturbing and scary.

Clench your fist and don't fall.

Thirteen-year-old's mind is a little more.

At the age of thirteen, we experienced wind and rain.

We just-Wait, Hope.

Before you grow up.

Just keep it.

Time can't stand many years.

We have blossomed.