We love freedom and peace, we never want to hurt anyone, and we want all our dreams to come true.
But all of this is impossible, everything, everything, can never follow us to live in a dream, never stay in a naive childhood. The girls we love, one day their young golden hair is no longer glittering in the sun, they pull up their golden black hair, go to the market and the kitchen greasy all day long, they think about our livelihood and save flowers for us Pins, they wash babies' diapers, men's panties, they get hysterical, they're so miserable, but we don't love them anymore.
Whose fault is this? Why can't the gloomy-faced boys always catch what they want to keep? Why do you think that this world can always be peaceful and friendly, but you become a shameful selfish man? The men were crying, they couldn't keep it, they couldn't change it, they couldn't bear it. The women also cried, they couldn't love, hate, couldn't understand.
This fucking world
grabs everything, although it doesn't know what it can catch, and what it can't catch in the end. There is a lover, it is the cute and timid girl when she was a teenager, she said to her: Let's get married, let's have a child. It was a woman who fell asleep leaning against each other. She said: I am afraid that I will fall in love with you. There are lovers, but loneliness can no longer be changed. There are lovers, but this cannot prevent the collapse of the world.
i lost control
i lost control
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