Opening your eyes, closing your eyes, becoming, not changing, is all a dream. Youth is an endless run, and you don't know the end, so you are unscrupulous. ––––– inscription

(1) Gossip – a murmur, a dream. The edge of the dream is our footsteps. One step at a time, we forgot about the rhythm. The dream has woken up, and the gorgeous us can't escape the script of the ending after all, all of this, a single name waits.

(2) Turning the stars – Raise your head, the night is deep, and you don't know what to do. One, two stars, the sky is full of small stars. One will be bright, the other will flash, like a change. The mountains, the water rises, the eyes are opened, the eyes are closed, and they disappear.

(3) The world sings – unscrupulous, carrying the soul of the brave, a little child, he is not afraid of anything. Running east and west, the little children are happy. I don't know how to part, I don't know how to be lovesick, and the little child is on the journey.

(4) This life does not change – a fate, a single pen writing, the world of love, destined for you and me. It's not an accident, it's not an inevitability, it's a long-cherished wish. Fate snickered, there is some natural stupidity because of you. Stick to expectations, and the answer to fate is – your smiling face.

(5) The wind is loud – a little color, can't operate a dyeing workshop. The children of heaven and earth are destined to be ups and downs, uncertain. The trick of fate is not ridicule, but we can't think of it. A little foreshadowing, I can't find it.

(6) No, it is like a beginning, and it is like an end. There will always be a way out of a rugged life. When a person cries, he will always laugh next time. The true meaning of growth is like a mist of willows, no one can understand, but in the end, the way back, a bright future, will eventually be a word.

One day and one day in a certain year, I wanted to look up to the sky and laugh, but I wanted to cry. It shouldn't be like this, but I still have that attitude. Sometimes naivety is naivety, and the punishment of fate is to make me live in the world.

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