ripe

With age

Gradually eliminated the bells and whistles

Slowly fell in love with suits

Wake up in the morning

Look at the tired appearance in the mirror

The beard under the chin is full of vicissitudes

Loved the quiet

Talking about it has also become a recollection

I still have childhood dreams in my head

Which youth is excited

Which youth ripples

What youth dreams

What a youth without regrets!

What a mature look!

Left alone with ridicule,

It doesn't matter if no one understands.

Life is sorrowful, and death is sorrowful

Haha, you're actually a wanderer...

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