Drunk, drunk. The night is deep, too.

Lying on the bed, alone in a daze, alone listening to songs.

They were all in their dreams early, I was alone in a daze, and I was listening to the song alone.

There was some light outside the window, and it seemed that it was about to be a new day.

It seems that I have encountered this kind of night somewhere, and suddenly I miss it, only to realize that I have already owned it.

My travels seemed to be wandering, walking on busy streets, none of which seemed to have anything to do with me, I was just a wanderer.

When I think of the people who appeared in those dreams, I deeply feel that it is a beautiful dream that cannot be distinguished from false.

We met by chance in those years, and this is how we met.

What happens, whether ordinary, crying or laughing, is the top movie plot.

If I say that in the pen of fate I am just a wanderer, I am the kind of person who is busy all day long looking for my own meaning.

I met it and found it.

I met many, many friends to cherish, and found the kind of arm that gives you warmth.

More and more missing, more and more clear.

I felt as if I woke up in elementary school, and I would tell my tablemates: I had a big, big dream.

In the dream, many, many people who will never be remembered for a lifetime appeared.

Dear friends, I miss you. Although we all have our own things to do now, and we have fewer contacts, you all have to be well.

"I Am the Emperor of Freedom" [Herborist] 08: A dream is déjà vu is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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