His frivolity was left in a certain carriage

Now he has a gentle appearance

He said of a distant place back then

It turned out to be a wandering in the south and the north of the world

He depicts tall buildings

Just a low bungalow

His fantasies of car factories

Spelled out by reality into extravagant hope

The god he believed in sat in the church

And he was lost in prison

In the past, he was full of spirits

Now the shoulders are slightly bowed

Sometimes he misses it too

The noodle line on the corner

Occasionally, I think of the past

Intimate photos with girlfriends

At that time, my girlfriend's smile was very sweet

At that time, he still had a proud face

But now he sleeps on the pillow

No more early for her to put on

A bald nib

Only rough lines can be drawn

If life is a circle

But why don't you see a familiar face again?

And her eyelashes curled

Now I can only miss it

Pick up a tile and trim the surface

The sky turns blue

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