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A person is tired to walk. In the changing temperature of this city, he meets some people, but his fate will not change. Flocks of mountains blurry in the distance, few sunshine, looking forward to seeing too long and too confused, the future road, after the water vapor, the spring you said. Spring blossoms, put down the thick disguise, the smile is sweet, don’t want to be cute, don’t want to be brave, don’t want to melt your world in others’ emotions. I am still proud or cool. Love with your life and believe in your courage. I want to keep my original smile and kindness in the wind and rain. There is no reason for people around to be divided and combined. Maybe they have no choice but to be separated. I saw their pure and clean faces gradually covered with sadness and vicissitudes. Sadness was just a moment of emotion, and soon it was good. I went back to my own place and persisted in my dream and pride. One road, so many forks, will inevitably be controlled by some people. Time urged me to grow up, shoulder the heaviness of the adult world and crawl forward. By the ear, through the wind, through the light, through the cloud, through those years you had ignored me. When you are bored, listen to the song and spread your wings, as if you can really fly like this. Too much sadness and fate cannot be misplaced. Life is like a river, sometimes calm, sometimes turbulent, We are always at a loss. I don’t want to change casually or compromise for anyone, but I wish there was someone who could let me put down all my reserve. Life is like an onion, which always makes people burst into tears inadvertently. Those setbacks and failures, thank those people, give me strength, courage and tolerance of being spoiled and willful. Listening to the song “not that simple”, the sadness in my heart gradually calmed down. How hard it is to meet each other in the simplest and most beautiful time. You, with a clean and warm smile that year, held down a small but satisfying happiness in your brow, let me see the most beautiful scenery when I am restless. The world is very big and small, which makes us all crowded together. The fate of each other is very wonderful. Things have changed. After the ups and downs of life, the silly and unyielding self once had the sadness of being an adult occasionally. The world has never changed its face. It is always such a sunny day, cloudy day and rain, which streaks through your eyes bit by bit. Whether your heart is still in those years, whether you still believe in the power of dreams and forever that you can’t reach. Simple is a habit, used to the warmth of that person, used to the clenched hands, used to the gaze of that face used to raise the face, a silly smile on the face, looking back, I still have your beloved eyes. That year, the arrangement geometry we set, that year, the ginkgo leaf whose cheek was in the diary, that year, the hair that was blown away by the wind and still remained, that year, how close my inexplicable crying is to the happiness that you have traveled countless circles on the playground? Do you think it is simple enough. When you are alone, you have to live a delicate and simple life. Sometimes you feel sad and sometimes you have the urge to cry. I have been to many places far away, and I have known some people, and often I am a self-willed person, a stubborn person, a daze. Reading, writing and listening to songs are most of my life. Glass, transparent boiled water, will freeze everything after drinking it. You once said that a child with cold hands suffered hardship in his previous life and was the most beautiful single-wing Angel in the world. A person is always silent, proud and weird. Single pair of wings, carrying the dream of the whole heaven, crawl forward, I always want you to see my shining bravery. It’s not that simple, so I can find the partner I can chat with, especially after experiencing so many betraying, I always feel uneasy and get used to it over time, who murdered my romance. It’s not that simple, you can love others and try to be brave when you don’t look at tears. When you look at the sky alone, you often forget the direction of going home. In the night, the street lamp is ambiguous, it often makes me feel down and out. A different place, just wandering, in a hurry. Who still holds the letters of that year in his backpack, and who still holds the dream and is suffering from it. Never cry, never hate, never complain. The sufferings and setbacks I have experienced in those years have become my strong wings, letting me see a wider and wider sky. Happiness is not that easy, everyone has his temper, after the age of love dreaming, vigorous is not as calm, love is not that easy……

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