Moon dancing cloud sleeves, changing songs at the moment. A song of red dust, sand in the leakage.

Yesterday's words, vaguely stopped. Whether it's true or not, I was never afraid.

The eyebrows and eyes are like paintings, and they are once gorgeous. How can you stop leaving traces over the years.

Promises are like sand, and they should be abandoned. Tilting heart, looking at prosperity.

Lost love, flowers withered. Painful life, missed to let go.

Young and self-aware, as wild as summer. After a few years, I know the truth.

Cut off the past, and wander the world. Walk freely, no longer worry.

"I Am the Emperor of Freedom" [Poetry] 49: "Let Him Go * Escape the World" is in the middle of the hand, please wait for a while,

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