mask

Heaven, a gray piece, as if it is going to rain, my heart has become heavy. Heaven, a gray piece, as if it is going to rain, my heart has become heavy. The gray sky is very low and low. It seems that you can touch the celestial body as long as you extend your fingers. However, when you really want to reach out, it hides far away, as if you are playing with you, playing... Although it has entered the spring, it does not feel the breath of the early spring, and you can’t realize the artistic conception of flowers. . why? Because this heavy fog covered up the spring... I said happily. In the eyes of everyone, I am like a happy East angel, but no one knows, tears have soaked the eyes and wet my cheeks. Later, it volatilized under my beautiful mask, mixed with the atmosphere, floating in the gray sky.

mask

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