My night is full of fatigue; The memory that has fallen is eternally monotonous. All the verses of life are false, Unbearable back and forth in the past.
My night is full of fatigue; The memory that has fallen is eternally monotonous. All the verses of life are false, Unbearable back and forth in the past.
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