I don't believe it, I don't believe that spring can only have the sound of flowers blooming

And there can be no awakening of the grass

I don't believe it, I don't believe the wind on the bike

It's just a dream that can't be traced

Once, a patch on the clothes

The flowers are delightful, so travel far away

But now, I can't make superfluous expressions anymore

Over the years, dandelions have forgotten to travel far

When I was a child, I had a long dream

In my dream, I was standing upright defending Beijing

Many days are accompanied by the morning sun to say goodbye to the shining stars

But now I'm still living for myself

Dandelion does not understand the mood of the wind

Drifting away and still alive

But I know the life of a promise

At most, a few words of pity and sympathy are incurred

"You are my unfinished poem" I have accepted my fate, and I have been like the wind is hitting in my hand, please wait a moment,

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