Let me release thesure
Birds are trapped in the cage, the sky is empty
Wild horses pass by the flowers,
there is a yellow fog in my heart
She said that if there was a future to come,
I think she would
like to sail
her own way
it's
Entering Chu Bao Nou
I am wandering alone
There is a dash of brightness
Walking by myself
weobing elsewhere
is
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