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The TV with his smoke screen is still flashing

The smoke ring in the mouth is mixed with the wind of air conditioning across my face.

Will the wandering people outside the dark night sky feel nostalgic?

Warm world stays at home

She pulled the line and took my life out of bounds

How long can I endure the test of speech?

Just want to ride on the bike without their sight

Maybe only one day or two, I can repeat it again.

Why are they like this?

Always staying the same

When will it change?

See how long the road can reach the end.

Why are their thoughts really strange?

A small thing can also be unloaded

Stopping and stopping me to enlarge my evil

I know how it is also that you have no part of me here.

Maybe a lot of parents are like this, it is very difficult to change the eyes of the child.

When I was told by the teacher, I would hold this handle and keep pressing us.

When we can't stand it, it is the rebellion of youth. . . .