If you are out of tune with your daily life but still don't want to get caught up in self-pity and self-injury, how about a relationship? It is a pity that it is not their turn to be vigorous these days, they turn around and finally are willing to be ambiguous and lingering, and the fog that falls into the head cannot erase the word narcissism. The two lonely hearts meet in Porto one night, and the light connection shares the inexplicable moving moment; there are only inexplicable images in front of you, which may evoke memories that seem to have not yet existed. After that, you'd better forget it. It is more elegant than "Love stays for half a day" and more slutty than "some people like blue". Truth fades away in a flash, and what a lover can grasp is the crystallization of time, but in the end it can only be the sublimation of poetry.
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