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Broad-leaved epiphyllum dream
You are a remote scenery
Like that mirage
For instance, the cigarette is like the fog
Float and die in the twinkling of an eye
There is no regret of the speech
Let my tear stains be clear
Can’t find the homeward journey of the heart
Dusky the sky
The drizzle is like the silk
Drip and hang everywhere
Just like the sad teardrop
Perhaps you are a cloud in the sky
The attentive lake of projection once in a while
In the twinkling of an eye
The trace has disappeared
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Have left endless loneliness
Swallowing that bitterness alone
Having a trial test that share is feeling sad

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