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    I want to write a song, but I can't compose music.  What kind of song is that, piling up in my heart.

    Feel a very subtle emotion spreading quietly.  Slowly slip into the dangerous zone.

    Sometimes, you can't hide the look in your eyes when you like someone.

    I exist in that space, and the air becomes awkward and mysterious.

    You can ignore the voices of the outside world and be a free person.

    I started planning things for the holidays.

    The books I need to read and the manuscripts I need to write.

    The dust settled.  Another year is over.

    Always suddenly feel sad.  I suddenly felt happy again.  These two conflicting mentalities made me more and more confused.

    The story is stuck here.  It didn't end perfectly.  Life is still moving forward, to my distant youth.  That blurred back, familiar and haggard, broken sadness, piled up in the heart.

    The wind and sunshine outside the window, the crowd around me.  Missing is sometimes a luxury.

    I fell into the most confused period.  For work, the future, life, a certain emotion.

    If people have the ability to predict, will they avoid many detours.  Duckweed that cannot be grasped, warmth that cannot be touched.

    The setting sun casts the last afterglow.  Sink silently.  That beam of faint light will eventually disappear in the depths of the sea.

    The Spring Festival is a festival of reunion.  Is it still as monotonous as in previous years.  How many people will watch the Spring Festival Gala by the TV, and who else will stand in front of the window and watch the fireworks in full bloom.  The red firecracker coat is exposed, like dusty powder.  They were ignited and made a loud sound.

    I think of the snacks in my hometown.  People may always miss the past in lively situations.

    Spring has come.  Young trees will sprout buds.  Everything is a new beginning.  new start.

    Waiting under the street lights.

    A tulle dream.

    Who will miss whom?

    Who will remember whom?

    Who has walked through whose dream.

    Who once cast an intoxicating halo on whose heart.

    Some memories are too late to hide

    Some things no one understands

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