Wrote a simple song to confess to my readers, hahaha╮(╯▽╰)╭

Although I have no readers...

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I'm like a lone wolf in danger,

Howling at the night moon,

to dissipate this thought, the vastness;

I'm constantly peeling off the cocoon in the night,

I only hope that I can also drain and extract the silk in my heart.

I looked up to the sky and laughed, not because I was happy

It's about wanting to forget your pretty, your look, it's hard to understand, why are you important?

It's hard to think about it,

It is difficult to know the moon when you go upstairs.

When did you get this thing,

Unless the flower mud is wrapped in corpses.

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