The fall of the Berlin Wall, fireworks brightly illuminated Germany. A line of waste rocks and crazy people were burned by the red rain. Everyone screamed in their hearts. Someone was forced to die tonight, and fell in the gutter looking up at the ardent void, burning tears in the eyes of a flash in the pan. Someone stood by the gutter watching the great changes, the sound of the wind whispered, and sparks fell to the toes of their shoes and turned into ashes. Blooming flowers are the hustle and bustle of their victory, and a scene of wild scenes in her leisure. Some people crossed the wall, some fled, some were buried, some walked away, the Berlin Wall fell, and everyone walked home on the ruins.
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