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I have already passed in late winter and early summer.


Today's sun is resting, just like my present life, I will never see the light. Maybe I am afraid of the light.
I know that I lost myself in the past and memories of the dusty, blurred my eyes, forgot my happiness and lost my life. Slowly, I began to like to summon me in the darkness, but I don’t know, I have painted myself as a prisoner. Missing and remembering, it is like the moonlight, cold and cold.

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