Missing me, it’s coming little by little, I don’t know you, why.
Your foot is slipping fox , and your spinning idea can't stop.
You melancholy fox, your melancholy frozen clouds in the sky become fish in the sea.
If I had never met, who could make me willing to talk nonsense, a bunch of common things.
If I had never met, this would be the case in the world.
If you have never met me, you will be my passing clouds and mist, and I will not see you, and I will not hear you, and it seems to be very detached.
If you have never met, just recite the oath in your heart, the oath in your weaving.
If you have never met you, you don’t know what wind, flowers, snow and moon are. ,
If I also fall into your time, less expectation, no sadness, nonsense, waste time with each other. All gains are just accessories and are not in expectations.
My expectation is to talk nonsense to each other, and it is like light passing by.
Let me linger on you every day, humbly. But how could I be humble? I am a feminist. I prefer hide and seek, ah, your lonely raccoon is hidden again.
A red fox is hidden in the ice cracks in Antarctica. Are you hiding or hiding? You haven't given a row of small hearts to Sister Penguin recently, I have much less resentment.
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