The evening sun is golden and far away, but the four seasons are alternating, but you are so warm. You are many years late, but I am still happy for your arrival. Even after saying so many depressed words, I have been working hard to live. Just be discouraged on the surface, and

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The evening sun is golden and far away,

The four seasons are alternating, but it is so warm,

You have been late for many years,

But I am still happy for your arrival

. Then the sunset said good night instead of the sunset,

The gentle moonlight will sprinkle next to your pillow,

instead of me, I will still love you tomorrow

even if I say so much If you are discouraged,

has been working hard to live.

Just get deflated on the surface,

You must secretly encourage yourself in your heart.

In addition to looking straight and looking upward

should also look down often

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What we see in our eyes

In addition to the prosperous scenery

should also have the warmth and coldness of the world

A short life

We will all lose

Why not love someone boldly

Climb a mountain

Chasing a dream

Chasing a dream

You become good-looking not to please anyone,

But when you stand in front of the mirror,

Your confidence and beauty,

I can’t even put it down.

Hope, I hope you will fly higher,

don't have to be ready to fall into the warm embrace at any time.

you have the sharpness and edges that will never be smooth,

break through the thorns,

The end of the road is applause and noise.

Now we are eighteen years old, we go to the rain to eat barbecue,

Hand hands to buy flowers, and photograph the reflections in the water downstairs of the dormitory.

I want to wait until I was eighty years old, and we still put on lipstick after meals,

Also wearing skirts together to livehouse, and also recklessly love the world.

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