The years, the young, have become a waste. Hesitation, hesitation, in this rain falls for a long time. Drinking the water of time, gray hair, smiling at the end of the world, and finally becoming a mortal.

Confused time, and then hesitant, if the sky is loved, the years are fine. Running around, there is a home, smiling proudly, this family lives.

Time makes us confused, and makes us hesitate, the wisdom of the years is to finally surrender us, so that we are also unharmed.

Shouting to the sky, hearing each other's heartbeats. Every person, every soul, never tired, never forgetful, extremely tacit, follow dreams, devout believers.

Figuring out the reality is just a clumsy chase. The years are easy to age, like a curse. Such a life is a nightmare.

If you hesitate, you will be confused. The years of death and the turbulence of illness are finally a dream. If you hesitate, then be confused, treat it quietly, and no longer have a bloody game.

If you hesitate, your mind is confused, think carefully, and there is no way out. Why don't you stop, get lost and hesitate, get ready to go, and smile proudly.

If you hesitate, then be confused, precipitate over the years, and get the answer.

"I Am the Emperor of Freedom" [Waiting for Time Collection] 16: The hesitation of the years is in the middle of the hand, please wait for a while,

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