The charm of Paris makes me fall deep in the arms of Paris The bustling surrounds me in the whirlpool of joy I am captivated and surrounded I can't breathe I can't breathe. On the other hand, a fatong leaf fell on the steps of the subway station and landed, but I didn’t have the courage to pounce on the blazing sun. Paris’s charm is infinite, but it also hurt me a thousand times. Imprisoned, but I'm proud of this loneliness. Life is full of pain, but there is joy and happiness. The rhythm of Paris urges me to move forward. Every day when I wake up, the loneliness and cruel fate are mischievous. Noisy in a peaceful city, but never stops, the heart of Paris never stops beating, never stops, never stops, never stops, never stops, never stops
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