sea is my hometown, and the
boat is my house. You
don't need a compass to go home.
As long as you set sail , you can go in
any direction.
The smoke after random shooting
is also unruly and unruly.
Our life is a nascent
sword throat cracking always exciting as
who cares about the fate of the next second
foil playing with a skull
or understatement in our destiny
now have wine on the list
is so alive
is such a pleasure
and perhaps until the day her lover appears
only to find Another color of this world
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