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Eyebrows as if the door was lost due to a rusty golden key to open the heart like never huge piles of rubbish on the calligraphy and painting graffiti clean because no one cares get messy without chapters I silently walked the bridge again from Acacia behind a few beans left lying in the back just to see if I miss the cold stone pavement and the car was run over and that deadpan left waiting like the red beans in the fall of tears I do not know which end to hold only a real estate broker in between the fingers through a deep love for you all I see are those enclosed light Youyuan original black and white clay tiles are always in my heart thoughts of endless blooming