Pour out the coffee, pour out the cola, pour out all the liquids. Perfume is poisonous, smell it and fall into it, beautiful things are poisonous, look at it and fall into it, this temptation is poisonous, blame me for being just mortals can't see through it.

Holding on to too little has been, and I have become a trophy of this material world. The distance is pulled in, the pupils are dilated, and I hold my persistent posture for 3 seconds, and I maintain my dignified posture for 3 seconds.

Ugly, vulgar, disgusting, abominable, I pierce them with my sword, pierce them to the core. The fresh apples are moldy, the good-looking faces are sliding, and the loss of beauty is regrettable and sighing.

Busy, losing, desperately trying to get back, after all, just complaining. After this March, let me say goodbye to time, after this March, let the storm blow on my eyebrows, and after this March, let me forget about time and you.

God sent you to save me, and I was stuck in a quagmire, and powerlessness was the only thing you said to me, and I was helpless after all.

Birds sing in the woods, fish roam freely in the sea, one in the sky and one in the water, two different environments.

The bird said to the fish, the bottomless ocean has always been the world I yearn for, after death I would like to bury my body here, I want to be a fish in the next life, there is my dark melancholy under the high blue sky, the bird is destined to fly if it has wings, I also have a time when I am tired of flying, stop and look at the world, and feel that it is good to do anything in the next life, just don't be a bird.

Thank you for giving me the scales, which shine in the sun.

"Lonely Sky City" Chapter 16 Late at night and bright moon is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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