tender

You are a fish looking up at the sky across the water
There is a gust of wind
Will always fall from your head
Like dust accumulated in the vacant room
Deciduous knock on the lake
You look forward to the sun and the moon
same
A shooting star can also make the lake shine
The moment of breathing in heaven and earth
The joys and sorrows of all things are not so strong
Fire from day to night
Give me
A noisy world
Colorful dreams

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