Sometimes it just about glimmers through, but hey, you can read and imagine the same as anyone. Anything I don't say with the words can be imagined if you just let yourself go and lose yourself in the thoughts.
每次对着阳光想着回忆、总是那么的莫名的感觉，让人喜怒无常态
不知何时向日葵喜欢上 下雨天了
就让雨放肆的下
时间真的能够淡化了一切吗？也许这句话只是人们在失意时的一种自我安慰
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