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Tired, tired, all this disturbance,

I'm tired and annoyed, this haze is heavy.

Dreamed, thought, hoped, hoped,

It's cold, it's icy, and it's hopeless to the point of disappointment.

Reverie and expectation, longing to rhapsody,

Looking up is delusional, and despair is in extravagant hope.

The clouds are painted with the moonlight, and the smoke and rain are accompanied by the breeze,

Fairy tales, don't even think about it.

- Blue rain in the city

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